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Struwwelpeter (1845) (or Shockheaded Peter) is a German children's book by Heinrich Hoffmann. It comprises ten illustrated and rhymed stories, mostly about children. Each has a clear moral that demonstrates the disastrous consequences of misbehavior in an exaggerated way. The title of the first story provides the title of the whole book.Hoffmann wrote Struwwelpeter in reaction to the lack of good children's books. Intending to buy a picture book as a Christmas present for his three-year-old son, Hoffmann instead wrote and illustrated his own book. In 1845 he was persuaded by friends to publish the book anonymously as Lustige Geschichten und drollige Bilder mit 15 schön kolorierten Tafeln für Kinder von 3–6 Jahren (Funny Stories and Whimsical Pictures with 15 Beautifully Coloured Panels for Children Aged 3 to 6).
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STRUWWELPETER
Illustrated
MERRY STORIES AND FUNNY PICTURES
By Heinrich Hoffman
When the children have been good,That is, be it understood,Good at meal-times, good at play,Good all night and good all day—They shall have the pretty thingsMerry Christmas always brings.
Naughty, romping girls and boysTear their clothes and make a noise,Spoil their pinafores and frocks,And deserve no Christmas-box.Such as these shall never lookAt this pretty Picture-book.
Just look at him! there he stands,With his nasty hair and hands.See! his nails are never cut;They are grimed as black as soot;And the sloven, I declare,Never once has combed his hair;Anything to me is sweeterThan to see Shock-headed Peter.
Here is cruel Frederick, see!A horrid wicked boy was he;He caught the flies, poor little things,And then tore off their tiny wings,He killed the birds, and broke the chairs,And threw the kitten down the stairs;And oh! far worse than all beside,He whipped his Mary, till she cried.
The trough was full, and faithful TrayCame out to drink one sultry day;He wagged his tail, and wet his lip,When cruel Fred snatched up a whip,And whipped poor Tray till he was sore,And kicked and whipped him more and more:At this, good Tray grew very red,And growled, and bit him till he bled;Then you should only have been by,To see how Fred did scream and cry!
So Frederick had to go to bed:His leg was very sore and red!The Doctor came, and shook his head,And made a very great to-do,And gave him nasty physic too.
But good dog Tray is happy now;He has no time to say "Bow-wow!"He seats himself in Frederick's chairAnd laughs to see the nice things there:The soup he swallows, sup by sup—And eats the pies and puddings up.