Der Tierarzt wetzte seine Klingen
die Voeglein hoerten auf zu singen.
Geplant war ein gar boeser Streich
schon wurde gar der Bauer bleich.
So schnitt man ihm die kleinen Eier
servierte sie zu einer Feier
als grosses Aphrodisikum.
Und Gott im Himmel? Der blieb stumm.
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