In A German Forest

In a German forest, sunk in gloom

Surrounded by men who spell my doom

All these Fritzes, Horsts and Kurts

Explain the depth of my Weltschmerz

But then they all fall to their knees

Attacked by German killer bees

And now my spirits are surely buoyed

As I am filled with Schadenfreude

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