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Over in the South of France
Everybody loves to dance. So strut your stuff and take a chance If you want to find romance. Germans love their wurst and beer; That’s how they create good cheer. Just don’t try to get too near – They have garlic breath I fear! Holland is the place for grass Try their cafes - they’re first class. Be careful what is in the glass, Or a blood test you won’t pass. In Austria, music’s in the air; Concerts are their standard fare. If waltz and opera you can’t bear, You’d better stay away from there. Italy is the home of wine; Fermented product of the vine. On pasta they all love to dine - I wish their attitude were mine. A friendly people are the Greeks; They kiss each other on the cheeks. Their whole land of history reeks, So make your stay last several weeks. Now Europe is the place to go If ancient history’s what you know. Fine culture is always on show, That’s why it costs you so much dough!
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