Holland
Wooden shoes
By the door
Sparkling swept
Kitchen floor
Delightful smells
Oven hot
Nasi Goreng
In the pot
The Dutch
Are a funny race
A twinkled grin
On every face
Salted candy
Is a treat?
Herring smells
Like mother’s feet
Cheese is eaten
By the pound
Plenty of that
To go around
Blue plates
Adorn each shelf
Red tulips are
Summer’s elf
Little country
Under sea
Why do you mean
So much to me?
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