Читать книгу Plish and Plum - Вильгельм Буш, Busch Wilhelm, Wilhelm Busch - Страница 3

When night came, all worn and tired,

As if nothing had transpired,

Paul and Peter in their chamber

Lay there, wrapt in peaceful slumber,

A soft snoring through their noses

Shows how tranquilly each dozes.

But not so with Plish and Plum!

They sit ill-at-ease and glum,

Not being lodged to suit their mind,

To turn in they too inclined.

Plish, the dog's old rule to follow,

Turns round thrice, his bed to hollow;

Plum, however, shows a mind

More affectionately inclined.

When we dream of perfect rest

Comes full many a troublous guest.

"March!" With this harsh word the pets.

Turn their outward summersets

Coolness wakes activity;

Time well-filled glides pleasantly.

Means of sport are handy too,

Here a stocking – there a shoe.

These, before the morning glow,

Curious changes undergo.

When he comes the boys to wake,

And beholds the frightful wreck,

Pale the father cries: "This will

Be a monstrous heavy bill!"

Vengeful claws are in the air;