So that's the world turned upside down,
We're topsy-turvy, cousins!
And now it seems that snipes are shooting
Hunters by the dozens.
The calves now barbeque the cook,
And steeds upon men are riding;
For academic freedom now
The Catholic owl is fighting.
Now Häring is a sansculotte,
Bettina a truthful sage is,
A Puss in Boots has managed to
Bring Sophocles to the stages.
An ape erects a pantheon
And German heroes swell it.
Herr Maßmann has just combed his hair,
So German papers tell it.
The German bears have lost their faith,
Denying God's existence;
French parrots, on the other hand,
Are now become good Christians.
The Uckermarker Moniteur
Has gone so far, it's painful:
A dead man, for a live one, wrote
An epitaph most disdainful.
Ye brothers! Swim not against the tide,
It does no good complaining,
Let us ascend the Templow Hill,
"Long live the king!" proclaiming.
Posted by permission of the
translator ~ © 2005