If I had a Cent or better a Franc
For every person who after they drank
Imitated the Indian accent
(As if it was sexy to be Saxon)
I’d be richer than all these Swiss banks!
I come from a tropical land you see
A country that’s cottony balmy breezy
Then you put me on snow
And expect me to know
How to manage these blasted slippery skis!
Whoever is the genius who thought up these
Innovative ways to communally eat melted cheese:
Bless you good soul
For now I owe
You a very cramped stomach indeed!