Look underLook underFrom the hotbed of creationIn dreamstateThe cure, bulletin, zeitungWas in no pillLook underThe cure was in no pillThe german athletic star was continually illFor months doctors were puzzledThe star would complain of the smell in his roomOn visiting him this was found to be trueAn odor resembling hot-dogs permeated the whole bedroomA solution was only discovered by my closelyWatching his brother gertGert was handsome, well-meaning, but slightly a careless typeNot malicious, I hope you understand and graspNo chanceBut on returning from his clerical job, gertWould park his volkswagen at the end of the dayWilly-nilly in the driveway, usually the wrong way round,So that the exhaust fumes would flow upwards right throughThe open windows of the athletic star's upstairs bedroom(carburettor)I also discovered that gert would turn his engineOver for up to an hour I don't know whyCitizens in my street are alsoPartial to thisLook underThe cure was in no pillObtaining a new parking space for gert's motor-car, athletic star soonRecoveredUnfortunately, this being east germany,Gert patriotically volunteered to be sent on a laborBeautification course of the countryside north-west of dresdenAnd never seen againAnd never seen againLook underThe cure was in no pillHad to look under the window sillThe window sillLook underThe cure was in no pillHad to look under the window sillThe window sillFrom certain facts you have to go on and furtherAnd often it is better to go around or look underThe windowsillEtcEtc