Und de segondt crate Morál Idée
dat into him ve rings,
Vas dat government for every man
moost alfays do efery dings;
Und die next Idée do vitch
his mindt esbecially ve gall,
Is to do mitout a Bresident
and no government ad all.

Und die fourt’ Idée ve vish der Hans
vouldt alfays keeb in fiew,
Ish to cooldifate die Peaudifool,
likevise de Goot und Drue;
Und de form of dis oopright-hood
in proctise to present,
He must get our liddle pills all bassed,
mitout id’s gostin’ a cent.

Und die fift’ Idée—ash learnin’
ish de cratest ding on eart’,
Und ash Shoopider der Vater
to Minerfa gife gebirt’—
Ve peg dat Breitmann oonto oos
all pooplic tocuments
Vhich he can grap or shteal vill sendt—
franked—mit his gompliments.

Die sechste crate Morál Idée—
since id fery vell ish known
Dat mind is de resooldt of food,
ash der Moleschott has shown,
Und ash mind ish de highest form of Gott,
as in Fichte dot’ abbear-
He moost alfays go mit de barty
dat go for lagerbier.

Now ash all dese insdrugdions
vere showed to Mishder Twine,
De Yangee boledician,
he say dey vere fery fine:
Dey vere pesser ash goot, und almosdt nice—
a tarnal tall concern;
Boot dey hafe some liddle trawbacks,
und in fagdt weren’t worth a dern.

Boot yet, mit our bermission,
if de shentlemans allow—
Here all der Sharmans in de room
dake off deir hats und pow—
He vouldt gife our honored gandidate
some nodions of his own,
Hafing managed some elegdions
mit sookcess, as vell vas known.

Let him plow id all his own vay,
he’d pet as sure as born,
Dat our mann vouldt not coom oud
of der liddle endt der horn,
Mit his goot proad Sharman shoulders—
dis maket oos laugh, py shink!
So de comedy shtart for Breitmann’s—
Nota bene—after a trink!