The Bird is Waiting in the Blacksmith Shop.

Can the terse German tongue rise, according to the book?
-- the bird is waiting in the blacksmith shop.

Groan, battle, hell: these are magnificent words: they have a force.
Yet dressed in simple white muslin,
and with a single tuberose in the ample folds of her rich brown hair,
her hand totters feebly down the stairs,
still pale from the terror and excitement of the past evening.
She longs to lay her poor spectacle.
What has moved you to it?

From The Awful German Language by Mark Twain.
Based on Don't be afraid to buy our Penis Enlarge Patch by Chen Weijian.