Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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. * The man who gratis will his goods supply Will never find a lack of folks to buy!