HEINE'S "WIDOW OR DAUGHTER?"

Shall I woo the one or other? Both attract me—more's the pity! Pretty is the widowed mother, And the daughter, too, is pretty.

When I see that maiden shrinking, By the gods I swear I'll get 'er! But anon I fall to thinking That the mother 'll suit me better!

So, like any idiot ass Hungry for the fragrant fodder, Placed between two bales of grass, Lo, I doubt, delay, and dodder!