Wilhelm Busch - Smith and the Demon
No official reading has been found for this set so this verse is the work of a non member of the MLS. Mrs. Irma Williamson a friend and Busch lover.
A naughty demon black as ink Pops up from hell Fie, what a stink The smith is terrified and flees But demon only wants to tease Diving through a hollow cask The smith escaped torment at last The smith slumps down away from hassle The little demon tweaks his tassle. The vice is closer than it oughter There now see he's caught yer. The pincers give smith firm hold The demon isn't quite so bold. Across the anvil he gets a skelping Now the little torment's yelping. With tail nipped off and pinned to wall How the naughty demon bawls. He returns to hell no more to roam I'll tell my Ma when I get home! |
