Pretzel Seller Poem by Hm. Nes

How happened you along these sands
And smelled the fragrant pretzels baking-
In this fair land the pretzels are
A symbol for the cause of man,
Too long oppressed by those who hoped
His course to straighten
With fetters and with chains.

A special price for you, no less.
For you are not a common man
That happens by upon these sands
And smells the fragrant pretzels baking.

The sand remembers men like you
Who came before with fetters, chains,
Intended thus to break and straighten
What remained of pretzels baking,
Fragrant pretzels baking along these sands.