I ate where they ate – go where they go.
Got crammed into subways, buses, and such,
though while I was there they didn’t stare much.
The country was pretty – the people sincere,
a pleasant surprise – the taste of their beer.
Went with their customs – it wasn’t that hard,
‘cept one big exception it wouldn’t be marred.
No winnings have I – though gave it my all,
burned incense to win – the pot Powerball.