English poem
Frosch
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749–1832)
Hark! did you rightly catch the words? a flea! An odd sort of a guest he needs must be.
MEPHISTOPHELES (sings)
A king there was once reigning, Who had a goodly flea, Him loved he without feigning, As his own son were he! His tailor then he summon'd, The tailor to him goes: Now measure me the youngster For jerkin and for hose!