A poetic meditation on some regions of Germany
Rural and milquetoast, unprepossesin’ — that’s Hessen.
By the end of his youth, every last Swede has been to Berlin.
Fleischfabriken, Bäckereiketten und Landarztpraxen: Niedersachsen.
We inherit our parents’ money and faults in the Pfalz.
Ditched the Church for the altar of one team’s footballin’: Westfalen.
Strip off your nouveau-riche protestant guilt! This is Sylt!
Ohne allzuviel dauerhaften Gehirnschaden geht Baden.
I shall say something nice: there is no malaria in Bavaria.