Classic Poem

Teurer Freund! Was soll es nützen

Why, my friend, this same old fretting,
In the same, monotonous fashion?
Will you be forever setting
On the addled eggs of passion?

" Ah! It's no small task to tackle!
First the chicks come, thin and sickly;
Then, when they begin to cackle,
In a book you clap them, quickly. "