Heine’s “Widow Or Daughter?”
Shall I woo the one or other?
Both attract me—more’s the pity!
Pretty is the widowed mother,
And the daughter, too, is pretty.
When I see that maiden shrinking,
By the gods I swear I’ll get ‘er!
But anon I fall to thinking
That the mother ’ll suit me better!
So, like any idiot ass
Hungry for the fragrant fodder,
Placed between two bales of grass,
Lo, I doubt, delay, and dodder!
