On seeing a film about life on the plains Is the weather cold and dreary, do you long for sun and wine? <br />Are you feeling somewhat weary for atmosphere do you pine <br />Heed my warning gentle stranger, let no poster you beguile <br />For such posters oft spell danger when they show a peasants smile. Here's to a life in Hungaria, a life on the Hungary plains <br />Where you run a grave risk of malaria for lack of a system of drains <br />Where the roads are a quagmire of puddles or a dust bowl in summer it seems <br />And to get to the Top you must join the Co-op, Hungaria land of my dreams Be not tempted by that drawing of a flagon of Tokay <br />Or by rows of stallions pawing round the farm at break of day <br />Rather board a No. 7 and contented ride to town <br />Though Hungaria looks like heaven it will surely let you down Here's to the gay life Hungarian, the life of the Hungary plains <br />Where existence is strictly agrarian and women get naught for their pains <br />Where the drink seems exceedingly potent and the wild geese fly over in streams <br />And those at the Top are completely Co-op, Hungaria land of my dreams<br /><br />Fred Camenisch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hungarian-rhapsody/
