doch die Zaehne die wackeln
wie die Haare bei Dackeln
und er sitzt und beachtet die Wogen
die im Meer so schoen schaeumen
und bei Nacht wird er traeumen
denn im Leben da wird man betrogen.
Alle Goetter im Himmel
haben wirklich ‘n Fimmel
und im Menschengewimmel
riecht man manchmal den Schimmel
ja der Mensch der wird ranzig
wenn er nicht mehr ganz zwanzig,
nur er sehnt sich zurueck
an verlorenes Glueck.
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