Classic Poem

This was my dream. I'm God Himself
In lofty heaven sitting;
With angels round to praise my verse,
With praises unremitting.

Plumcake I eat and confitures,
That cost a pretty penny,
And wash them down with rare milk-punch,
And debts! I haven't any!

But lack of pastime bores me much;
On earth I'd fain be living;
If God I were not, to old Nick
My soul I would be giving.

Ho! long-legged angel Gabriel,
Quick to thy heels, I prithee;
Away to earth and bring me thence
My friend Engenio with thee.

Seek him not in his college halls;
Seek him mid jingling glasses;
Seek him not at St. Hedwig's church;
Seek him among the lasses.

Then down to earth by spreading wings,
Is angel Gabriel driven;
He claws the dear old scapegrace up,
And brings him straight to Heaven.

Yes, fellow, I am God Himself,
And rule heaven, earth and ocean;
I told you I should do great things,
I've always had the notion.

Each day I work my miracles,
You'll think them vastly pretty;
And for your mirth I'll bring about
The bliss of Berlin city.

The paving stones along the street,
Shall open in a trice, boy;
And every stone shall hold within,
An oyster fresh and nice, boy.

On every oyster, lemon juice
Shall fall in dewy showers;
While through the city's gutters all,
The noblest Rhenish scours.

How jolly are the Berlin folk,
In speed to gorge and fill them!
Their Worships of the County Courts,
The kennel streams, they swill them!

How jolly are the poets too!
At such a god-like sally!
The cornets and lieutenants, all
Are lapping street and alley.

These cornets and lieutenants are,
Of all mankind most clever;
Wonders they think, like this to-day,
Will happen scarcely ever.