A louse and a flea kept house together and were brewing beer in an eggshell. Then the little louse fell in and burnt herself. On this the little flea began to scream loudly. Then said the little room-door, “Little flea, why art thou screaming?”
“Because the louse has burnt herself.”
Then the little door began to creak. On this a little broom in the corner said, “Why art thou creaking, little door?”
“Have I not reason to creak?
“The little louse has burnt herself,
The little flea is weeping.”
“The little louse has burnt herself, The little flea is weeping.”