Impending Doom Poem by Wilhelm Busch

Impending Doom

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Es machen sich die Fliegen
Ein luftig Tanzvergnügen.
Der Frosch, der denkt: Nur munter!
Ihr kommt schon noch herunter!

Up high, the flies are playing,
And frolicking, and swaying.
The frog thinks: Dance! I know
You'll end up here below.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mahtab Bangalee 15 April 2019

Hungry frog, Hungry tongue looking at flying flies hungry belly is graveyard flies to death by turns

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