Friday, November the 25th, 2011
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In a German forest, sunk in gloom
Surrounded by men who spell my doom
All these Fritzes, Horsts and Kurts
Explain the depth of my Weltschmerz
But then they all fall to their knees
Attacked by German killer bees
And now my spirits are surely buoyed
As I am filled with Schadenfreude