Karl Nitzsche Verlag

One summer morning a little tailor was sitting on his table by the window. He was in good spirits, and he sewed with all his might. Then came a peasant woman down the street, crying, "Good jams, cheap! Good jams, cheap!" This sound rang pleasantly in the tailor's ears; he stretched his deUcate head...

Itzo wird sehr müde sein.Itzo, Itzo, hüte dich,leicht trifft dich ein Wespenstich!