human
Mein kleines Gretchen, she'll whip you, and call you _Good-for-Nothing_ when your old grandfather's gone; but sing, mein liebes, sing all you can; the good Lord will hear the voice of his own. Oh! to leave you, kleina, 'tis so hard! so hard!
gpt
You'll smoke, grandfather, darling; your little Golden Hair'll get your pipe.