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Dreamers of the Alps
They are the Talk of the Alps, that plodding line of three
Together where'ere they go, in stalwart unity,
Almost, indeed, a trinity!
The locals speak in solemn tone
Of gallant feats with not a groan!
Such steely brows, such earnest souls
Speak volumes of their lofty goals!
The first in red, the giant last, the valorous girl between
Surge onwards, at one, through the Alpine scene.
But cows have this gift, it is said,
To hear what is in the human head.
Our thoughts, our feelings fly to them
That buzzing tide they cannot stem!
And those fed on the mountain streams
Hear each and every of the dreams.
Of the trinity of three.
"I long for a taxi in the valley"
Surely that's Sally?
"Pray God there's no Porkie in the shower
With a snout both leering and dour"
We're betting that's Russell, so prone to cower!
"If only Mont Blanc had glaciers of cream
Whipped and with nuts and soft jelly beans"
Such visions must come from the guy in red,
Who thinks with his stomach more than his head!
"I just wish it were over, I'll then lie in clover
And paint my toe-nails pink"
That's Sally, we think!
"I have to report to the Alpine Alien Agency
Re a matter of porcine urgency,
Our meaty limbs are under threat!"
That's Russell, whom we just now met
(Is he crazed or just dazed?)
"I hear there's a wonderful bar in Nice
Where glorious fare will put me at peace"
Their leader, of course, that avid feeder!!
Knowing nought of airborne revelation
Our glorious team greet hikers from every nation
Who gaze in jelly-legged admiration
At the trinity of three,
So wonderful to see!
But, lo! There booms a choir of bovine bells
Across the peaks and vales
They're telling frightful tales
About our doughty males …………(and damsel)
"Their dreams are like candy floss
And that includes the boss!
We hear their airy-fairy thoughts
Laced with desires of every sort!
Leisure and pleasure abound in their dreams
A bed lined with silk, a pillow rich in down,
A sumptuous restaurant in the best street in town
Cakes topped with cheese, they're not hard to please!
Ignore those lofty brows, just listen to us cows!
But the folk of the Alps and the weary walkers
Don't have a clue about bovine talkers.
Transfixed, they watch that noble line of three.
"Just watch them go and go!" They cry,
"The first in red, the giant last, the valorous girl between
Surge onwards, at one, through the Alpine scene!"
