Leedle Yawcob Strauss - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
LEEDLE YAWCOB STRAUSS. A Recitation-By Chas. F. Adams. 
I have got a leedle boy Vot gomes schust to my knee; Der queerest schap, the greatest rogue As efer you dit see; He runs and jumps, aud smashes dings In all parts of der house-But what of dot? he vas mine son. Mine leedle Yawcob Strauss. 
He get der measles und der mumbs, Und eferyding dot's out; He spills mine glass of lager beer, Puts schuuff into mine Kraut; He fills my pipe with Limburg cheese-Dot vas der roughest chouse; I'd dake dot vrom no oder boy But leedle Yawcob Strauss. 
He dakes der milk pan for a dhrum, Und cut9 mine cane in dwo To make der sthicks to beat it mit-Mine cracious, dot vas druel I dinks mine head vas schpilt apart. He kicks up such a touse-But never mind, der boys vas few Like dot leedle Yawcob Strauss. 
He asks me questions such as dese: Who baints mine nose so red? Who vas it cut dot schmoot blace out Vrom der hair upon mine head? Und vere dere plaze goes vrom der lamp Vene'er der glim I douse-How gan I all dese dings eggsblain To dot schmall Yawcob Strauss? 
I somedimes tink I schall go vild Mit sooch a grazy poy, Und vish vonce more I gould haf rest Und beaceful dimes enshoy; But ven he vos aschleep in ped So quiet us a mouse, I brays der Lord, " Dake anydings, But leaf dot Yawcob Strauss."