Conclusion
In the village not a word,
Not a sign, of grief, was heard.
Widow Tibbets, speaking low,
Said, “I thought it would be so!”
“None but self,” cried Buck, “to blame!
Mischief is not life’s true aim!”
Then said gravely Teacher Lämpel,
“There again is an example!”
“To be sure! bad thing for youth,”
Said the Baker, “a sweet tooth!”
Even Uncle says, “Good folks!
See what comes of stupid jokes!”
But the honest farmer: “Guy!
What concern is that to I?”
Through the place in short there went
One wide murmur of content:
“God be praised! the town is free
From this great rascality!”
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