The Buyers
To an apple-woman's stall
Once some children nimbly ran;
Longing much to purchase all,
They with joyous haste began
Snatching up the piles there raised,
While with eager eyes they gazed
On the rosy fruit so nice;
But when they found out the price,
Down they threw the whole they'd got,
Just as if they were red hot.
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The man who gratis will his goods supply
Will never find a lack of folks to buy!
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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