. St. Nikolaus [Serie] . ER HATTE HAllD WöllK, IN DER TAT, SEINEN ZWEI AUGEN zu GLAUBEN Jetzt Geschichten wie die waren in Theodores Kopf als er blies seine Kerze und verwandelte sich in Bett; und kaum Hed sich für eine napAls die guten Leute brachte ihm die verdornte Kappe, Und schneller als es zu erklären braucht, war er auf und weg in das Land von Cockaigne.die Dinge, die er sah, erfüllten seine Seele mit Überraschung.Er hatte harte Arbeit, in der Tat, um seinen beiden Augen zu glauben: Die Bäume hingen alle mit Pudding und Kuchen; die Häuser waren mit Kuchenscheiben bespritzt.und Kakao sprudelte in Fluss und See.Braten gees

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. St. Nicholas [serial] . HE HAD HAllD WOllK, INDEED, TO BELIEVE HIS TWO EYES Now Stories like that were in Theodores headWhen he blew out his candle and turned into bed;And barely hed settled himself for a napWhen the Good People brought him the littlered cap, And quicker by far than it takes to explain, He was up and away to the Land of Cockaigne.The things that he saw filled his soul with surprise.He had hard work, indeed, to believe his two eyes: The trees were all hanging with puddings and pies;The houses were shingled with slices of cake.And cocoa was bubbling in river and lake.Roast geese waddled round in the streets and theparks And begged him to eat them; and turkeys andlarks. Well basted and browned, fluttered into his hand;It was really a most inconceivable land! THE LAND OF COCKAIGNE 987. THE GOOD PEOPLE BROUGHT HIM THE LITTLE LED CAP But Theodore dined; and the longer he ateThe higher, indeed, grew the food on his plate;He hardly could swallow again, it would seem, When along came a strawberry shortcake andcream, And a plum pudding filled with delectable plumsLike the ones that Jack Horner pulled out with his thumbs!At length he arose, and excuses he made:I really have eaten too much, I m afraid;I 11 go fill the coal-hod, and bring in the wood—I m thinking that exercise may do me good.Ah ha! you re a stranger! they laughed in disdain, Oh, nobody works in the Land of Cockaigne!Theres no work to do in the Land of Cockaigne!Then just while they looked at the lad, it is said.He fitted a little red cap on his head; And whatever happened, not one could explain, But they saw him no more in the Land ofCockaigne. I hate a good tale with an ending that s bad;That this one turned out well I m certainly glad.It is often remarked hy the folk in our town:What a change has come over

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