Goethe

It was his mother, wearing petticoat and powdered Camomille, at tea, with Frau Charlotte. 'The lad will soon commence, I'm telling you in confidence, constructing verse and rhyme, I've seen the light inside his eyes, a teacher always knows.' Inside the cubbyhole he crouched, a frog in a cigarbox being fed fresh insects from the garden. It was applied biology for frog and boy. He overheard the idle talk between his mother and the teacher. And was thus scripted for a life, that would produce a treasury of immortal poetry for all.