They seek him here, they seek him there, Those Germans seek him everywhere, He loves to give the girls a tickle, The dreaded Purple Pumpernickel. From Hanover to Dusseldorf, In strange disguises he will morph, And near the autobahns and strasses He'll goose those unsuspecting lasses. And every Trudi, Gert or Gretchen, When shopping from the stores are fetchin' Will tremble lest they feel a squeeze About a foot above the knees. They turn and find no one is there, He's disappeared into thin air. Police have hunted low and high, But no one yet has found the guy. But madchen usually don't object, And many secretly suspect, It's only Harry Potter's joke While in invisibil'ty cloak.
Sunday, July 24, 2005