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Palmistry
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a) a fat girl singing about not wanting to get thin just to please men. b) the first time for her and him. c) at the fortune-teller: a confrontation of horrible science and horrible superstition.
The song of the fat girl:
I like to eat, I like to drink,
so made me god, I will not shrink
I like the cakes, I like the pies
as long as you eat, you will not die, //
To starve to death, to please a man
is woman's curse, it is a shame
because he leaves you anyway,
so why not eat, stay cheerfull and gay. //
There comes a little man along,
I blow him up, I make him strong,
he eats with me from my substance,
I feed him, rear him, give him a chance,
I do not flinch when he swells up,
In surface leaves and makes a swap:
He will not live long anyway,
from borrowed strength, I can so say, //
So I go back to eat and drink
This will not hurt me, make me shrink,
I like the cakes, I like the pies,
as long as you eat, you will not die.
(M.L.)
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