Struwwelhitler

A Nazi Story Book

by Dr. Schrecklichkeit

1941

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7. THE STORY OF HERMANN WHO WOULDN'T HAVE BUTTER

Our Hermann was a chubby lad;

Now, lots of medals Hermann had;

And all cried "Heil!" when fully dressed,

He spread them on his ample chest.

He ate and drank up all he could

And always found the butter good.

But one day, one September day,

He screamed out "Take that grease away!

And give me glorious guns instead!

I won't have butter on my bread!"

Next day, now look, the picture shows

How lank and lean our Hermann grows!

Yet though he feels so weak and thin

And has his waistcoats taken in,

He cries out still–"'No grease,' I said,

'But gorgeous glorious guns instead!

I won't have butter on my bread!"

The third day comes; This puny form

In baggy sagging uniform!

Can mis be he, that jolly German,

That iron man, our portly Hermann?

He faintly calls –"I think I said,

'I won't have butter on my bread,'

But find that guns are hard to spread."

The fourth day comes; his lot is hard,

He's thinner than a ration card;

Look for him now; Some hungry German

Has surely gobbled up our Hermann!