Struwwelhitler

A Nazi Story Book

by Dr. Schrecklichkeit

1941

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2. THE STORY OF CRUEL ADOLF

Here is cruel Adolf, see!

A horrid wicked boy was he;

He made a purge to serve his end,

And shot up all his oldest friends.

He killed the little neutral birds

And always broke his plighted words.

He crushed poor Pussy, tore each pact

And screamed until his voice was cracked.

And urged with blows poor Madame France

To help him on her neighbour dance.

When patient Fritz in abject mood

Complained that he was short of food

"Be off!" cried Adolf, "Greedy scamp!

To Dachau Concentration Camp."

He whipped poor Fritz till he was dumb,

And bade the dread Gestapo come:

At this good Fritz grew very red,

And growled and bit him till he bled;

Then you should only have been by

To see dear Adolf scream and cry!

So Adolf had to go to bed;

The doctor came and shook his head,

Remarked that he would soon be dead,

And gave him nasty physic too

Precisely with that end in view.

But good dog Fritz is happy now;

He has no time to say "Bow! Wow!"

He seats himself in Adolf's chair,

And laughs to see the nice things there:

On Ribby's fizz his thirst he slakes,

And eats all Adolf's creamy cakes.