HOFFMANN.

He had a hump in place of stomach,
His webbed feet seemed to burst a sack,
His nose was with tobacco black.
And his head it went crick crack,
Crick, crack.
There's Klein-Zach.


CHORUS.

Crick, crack,
There's Klein-Zach.


HOFFMANN.

As for the features on his face.

(He becomes absorbed.)


CHORUS.

As for the features on his face.


HOFFMANN (very slowly).