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IN Oberhausen, on a time, / I fared as might a king; / And now I feel the muse sublime / Inspire me to embalm in rhyme / That succulent and sapid thing / Behight of gentile and of Jew / A gosling stew!
The good Herr Schmitz brought out his best, -- / Soup, cutlet, salad, roast, -- / And I partook with hearty zest, / And fervently anon I blessed / That generous and benignant host, / When suddenly dawned on my view / A gosling stew!