From Vienna it’s picture-postcard all the way.
Tell me, was ever such a land at ease!
The fat farms glistening, the polished pigs.
Each carven window box disgorging red
Geraniums, pencil pines and chestnut trees.
The gaily painted tractor rigs,
Steeples with onion domes that seem to say
GrÜss Gott, come lie here in our flowerbed.