I see
    and I hear
       and I speak no evil;
 I carry
    no malice
       within my breast;
 yet quite without
    wishing
       a man to the Devil
 one may be
    permitted
       to hope for the best.

This only sort of fits “the poet cranky” theme. While I’m sure this was written in jest, as so many of Hein’s poems are, I feel it is a lovely turn of phrase which most people can appreciate the sentiment behind. I think I’ve already exceeded the length of the poem with my comment so I’ll stop here.