I'll do it anyway - here is the Michael Mitchell translation of German poet Theodor Fontane's famous poem, the first few lines:

"When shall we three meet again?"
"At seven o' the clock, when comes the train."
"Upon the bridge."
"I'll douse the flame."
"I'll be there too."
"From the north I'll fly."
"I from the south."
"From the sea come I."
"There our sabbath to celebrate,
And send the bridge plunging into the spate."

"And the train that comes at the seventh hour?"
"Is in our power!"
"Is in our power!"
"Built on sand -- "
"Sand!"
"Sand!"
"Are all the works of human hand!"

_{*Lunatic*, n.
One whose delusions are out of fashion.}