Heine's "Widow or Daughter?"

Shall I woo the one or other?
 Both attract me--more's the pity!
Pretty is the widowed mother,
 And the daughter, too, is pretty.

When I see that maiden shrinking,
 By the gods I swear I'll get 'er!
But anon I fall to thinking
 That the mother 'll suit me better!

So, like any idiot ass
 Hungry for the fragrant fodder,
Placed between two bales of grass,
 Lo, I doubt, delay, and dodder!