Impending Doom Poem by Wilhelm Busch
Impending Doom
Rating: ★2.8
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.
Thursday, January 1, 2004
Topic(s) of this poem: dance,frog
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