Hail, Native Land!
Fair and fragrant is the morn
I step out in the bright sunshine
Waves ripple through the golden corn
The grass is green, the view is fine.
Hail, native land! My tourist’s soul
Will feed its fill today – then go.
My memories of you are vile,
I never liked you much, you know.
I greet you not with love but mirth –
Along the path, with waddling gait,
A citizen of stately girth
Perambulates with his fat mate. |
