Across the Var
A lovely well-known poem from around here, translated by yours truly:
Across the Var, the sea is dirty
Across the Var, the weather is terrible
Across the Var, flowers don't grow right
Across the Var, the wine goes bad
Across the Var, tourists have less money
Across the Var, people eat babies
Across the Var, there liveth dragons
Across the Var, I'll never go.
The Var is the river that runs through the Riviera, splitting it in two. It is unknown (and irrelevant) which side this poem's from.
Posted by maxf at April 9, 2004 09:00 PM