I remember being read this book as a child.
It included the story of the Thumb-sucker.
"Konrad!" cried his mamma dear,
"I'll go out, but you stay here,
Try how pretty you can be
Till I come again," said she.
"Docile be, and good and mild,
Pray don't suck your thumb, my child,
For if you do, the tailor'll come
And bring his shears and snip your thumb
From off your hand as clear and clean
As if paper it had been."
Before she'd turned the south,
He'd got his thumbkin in his mouth!
Bang! here goes the door ker-slam! Whoop! the tailor lands ker-blam! Waves his shears, the heartless grub, and calls for Dawmen-lutscher-bub. Claps his weapon to the thumb, Snips it square as head of grum, While that lad his tongue unfurled And fired a yell heard 'round the world. 
Who can tell mother's sorrow When she saw her boy the morrow! There he stood all steeped in shame, And not a thumbkin to his name. 
note: before anyone should judge my parents, judge me! i liked this book and i believe it's pretty classic german fare. all of us have spoken german at some point. (i am the only one in my family that has not been to germany.) i have both a german and english version of this book floating around my bookshelves.
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