With F.W. Bernstein's fresh poems, the day starts off well: Good morning! Oh, dawn at half past seven, the cold night has passed. I live and have awakened, the day has begun. Oh, bathrobe morning hour! A piece of chocolate? The heating gurgles happily, and I take off my clothes and bathe. It is the sound of this master of comic art that is so enchanting, whether he sings about Angela Merkel's inauguration, the transformation into a frog, or the mole cricket, reports on global market crashes, or the rabbit hunt in the backyard, poses existential questions, or rhymes a short crime story in fourteen lines - a poetic and witty late work that one could hardly wish for better.