Postcard From Holland

In Holland there is a table

In front of me

With cafe` au lait

And some kind of cookie

Outside the window

There`s a wide and gentle canal

Two swans swim in it,

In their mirror images

They must be in love

The handsome Holland people

Ride ecological bikes

Or sometimes their dogs

Might take them along for a hike,

I stood by the tall ships

And stepped in some old Dutch dog shit,

It began to rain

A strange enchanted mist

And I love the cookies here

I could live forever here

With you