Die Forelle
The Trout (Plagiarised)
A diplomatic soiree
I watched them from afar
The naïve little maidens
Drawn to where you are
I stand in watchful waiting, and see you play your part
The little fishes paddling
Oblivious of your Art
A fisher with your rod
Admiring them you stand
Gazing in cold blood
As they mill round and round
As long as you are standing
Concern have I not
No little fish this evening
On your rod shall be caught
But you grow tired of waiting
Too long a wait you leap
You muddy up the waters
Emotion cannot sleep
Your rod is cast a maiden
Drawn to your side your bed
And I with raging anger
Betrayal feel see red
If the golden headed fountain
Draws you to his lair
Think of the other maidens
Who previous laid there
An ever present danger
The ship will soon depart
And he will leave you hanging
Cradling a broken heart.
A diplomatic soiree
I watched them from afar
The naïve little maidens
Drawn to where you are
I stand in watchful waiting, and see you play your part
The little fishes paddling
Oblivious of your Art
A fisher with your rod
Admiring them you stand
Gazing in cold blood
As they mill round and round
As long as you are standing
Concern have I not
No little fish this evening
On your rod shall be caught
But you grow tired of waiting
Too long a wait you leap
You muddy up the waters
Emotion cannot sleep
Your rod is cast a maiden
Drawn to your side your bed
And I with raging anger
Betrayal feel see red
If the golden headed fountain
Draws you to his lair
Think of the other maidens
Who previous laid there
An ever present danger
The ship will soon depart
And he will leave you hanging
Cradling a broken heart.