The Witch

" Worthy neighbours, by your leave!
Oft a witch, who would deceive,
And a mortal's soul endanger,
To an animal will change her.

" Now, your cat there is my wife;
She's her image to the life;
By her purr, her lick, her smell,
And her eyes, I know her well... "

The neighbour and his wife exclaim,
" Avaunt with her, in heaven's name! "
The watch-dog barks, " Bow! Wow! "
The yelling cat shrieks, " Miau! "
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Heinrich Heine
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