Honeypot-Hoelderlin

Honeypot - Hoelderlin There once lived a man, sly as a fox Who finally made up his mind To settle down in the woods To live in peace and happiness Far off the mean world And to get over all disillusions So year after year strolled about Day by day in his quiet wood Gathering honey in his jar Just like a busy little bee He carried it home and fixed the jar Right above his rocking chair Without ever daring to taste it Then one day, as the jar was almost filled The thought came up to him that, hanging way up high He might hold a good fortune, and if he stay industrious He sure could take a dear neat wife in days that could come soon And maybe it would be enough for bringing up a little son He gladly hoped his wife could bear to him He would raise the son to be a noble gentleman So that the world might look at him and cry in admiration Rejoicing loud, he rocked in his chair, quite mad with joy Reflecting the outlooks and good chances ahead To and fro, higher and higher And suddenly he tumbled headlong through the air And happened to hit the honeypot The jar came down and the precious gold was pouring And now up, coming quick So that he was forced to swim for his very life And we tend to believe that this way Is not the one that leads to happiness