Serienscheine: das schöne Notgeld

Great Master and King,
Rehburg has but little,
Yet he loves you truly,
See, we the servants
Here before you appear
Without deceit and pretense.

Our bailiff, Lueder,
without guile and honest
Spoke the word like Pitt.
Of his spirit's wings,
Of his stomach's hills,
Missing Goddam! Perhaps from many lords.

Now comes our doctor,
Never silent, he never falters,
Where dangers threatens.
He's the savior of the sick.
Avoids not wind nor weather
And his look along brings consolation.

Our honorable pastor,
smoking his small pipe of hemp,
is in the grip of the Muses.
Has a heap of children,
Books in no small measure,
But sadly little gold.

Our mayor,
Heinrich Wahlmann he's called,
Also stands his ground
Even the deputies,
Who often push him
Marvel at him in awe.

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