Here’s a riddle. Can you figure it out? (Hint: find the pattern referenced).
(WordPress has some frustrating formatting.. the indentations that i originally had were lost and i can’t seem to make them show up here. All well)
Einmal gab es keinen Frosch
then hopped the frog into life.
Next Elin—the daughter of spring,
—med körsbär och en gyllene ring,
gathered the frog and the unfrog,
mashed them together—
and they became one.
So then there was one,
and before that none,
and mashed together—
well that makes one!
More and more frogs would come,
—the amount equal to the first and second’s sum.
And Elin kept on gathering
the newest and the one therebefore,
and mashing and smashing,
until her hands grew sore.
So after none, and one, and two and three,
came five and six—no! eight and thirteen.
There was a whole mess of them,
precisely equal to zweihundertundzehn,
but drop that last zero, i just had to rhyme,
that very last line.
She scooped up the mushy mess,
the guts of twenty one frogs—no less,
and plopped the gooey, blue and black squish,
into a black cauldron, to cook an oh so delicious dish.
Along came a man dressed entirely in black.
He approached the madness, tapped Elin on the back
“Could i have a taste? It smells quite nice”
“Well of course you can, go right ahead!”
Elin, with a mischievous grin, said.
And so the man bent over towards the soup,
so to ladle a gigantic spoonful of the gloop.
But just as he did so, Elin pushed him into the pot,
she giggled and laughed
—but the man dressed entirely in black did not.
“Finally, it’s done, let there be a feast!”
“No, no, no, how horrible, you beast!”
was the call of a another man with a plain brown hat
“You can’t eat another human being, i won’t tolerate that!”
“But he was italian”, Elin pleaded,
“surely a worthless piece of meat!”
With a change of mind the man took a seat,
“Ah, italian, i see! Let us eat!”