I reads in Yawcob's shtory book, A couple veeks ago, Von fired-rade boem, vot I dinks Der beoples all should know.
Id ask dis goot conundhrum, too, Vich ve should brofit by: "' Vill you indo mine barlor valk ?' Says der shpider off der fly."
Dot set me dinking, righdt avay, Und vhen, von afdernoon, A shbeculator he cooms in, Und dells me, pooty soon,
He haf a silfer mine to sell, Und ask me eef I puy, I dink off der oxberience Off dot plue-pottle fly.
Der oder day, vhen on der cars
I vent py Nie Yorck, oudt, I meets a fraulein on der train, Who dold me, mit a pout,
She likes der Deutscher shentlemens, Und dells me sit peside her— I dinks, inaype, I vas der fly, Und she vas peen der shpider.
I vent indo der shmoking - car, Vhere dhey vas blaying boker, Und also haf somedings dhey calls Der funny " leedle joker."
Some money id vas shanging hands, Dhey wanted me to try— I says, "You vas too brevious; I don'd vas peen a fly!"
On Central Park a shmardt young man
Says, "Strauss, bow vas you peen?" Und dake me kindly py der hand, Und ask off mine Katrine.
He vants to shange a feefty bill, Und says hees name vas Schneider— Maype, berhaps he vas all righdt; More like he vas a shpider.
Mosd efry day some shvindling chap, He dries hees leedle game; I cuts me oudt dot shpider biece, Und poot id in a frame; Righdt in mine shtore I hangs id oup, Und near id, on der shly, I geeps a glub, to send gvick oudt Dhose shpiders "on der fly."