Explore "The Sausage Balloon" by Oliver Herford on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
I often wonder, when we fry / A Sausage, if its thoughts can fly
Across the billowy ocean wave / To where its namesake stern and brave / Floats like a Guardian Angel, high / Above our armies, in the sky, / Serene and stately as a cloud. / No wonder Sausages are proud! / No wonder Sausages when fried / Oft-times swell up and burst with pride!