Song to Europe

Bit and bitter I wait for the two snakes to die.
It is good the dear viper was quicker, the why.
I am king of the forest, for no-one to choose,
even if water runs off the being of goose.

As the heaven, the sky, is my mind like, I dare.
In the forest, the being of two is laid bare.
I eat cud, and quite easily I split the hoof.
That should be to the foreign of dignity proof.

I do not need from Europe help to overcome.
I know perfectly well how to act, to be some.
I do not need from Netherlands a golden chance.
I do not need from France any precious romance.

I do not need from Germany vital success.
I do not need from Denmark a blessing, I guess.
What I need is the love of my neighbour next door.
And the love of my neighbour by wit to the core.

In the North which is mine there is no wolf, no bear,
which is threat to me, since they are counted, I dare.
And the viper I love is the same as you do.
You have problems yourselves. Kindly address them too.

Let the lion be form of the broken, all right.
Let it see, here in Europe we devilish fight.
And let us, by the two of us, and all the same,
in the future see to it we wish to be game.

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