That Austrian scenery was wonderful
But the roads were so hard to walk
Most of the time we just ambled along
With barely any energy left to talk
And that coffee was getting heavier
It was swapped from sack to sack
All three taking their turns
To carry it on their back
A big bulky dead weight two
Huge tins of tasty contraband
A household name throughout
Europe's many and varied lands
Third day in having stopped for a beer
we just placed those tins somewhere
By the bar while we slowly drank
And suddenly they weren't there
Nobody said a word
But hours later when we went
Out in to the local woods
It took us quite a time before we
Managed to pitch out tent
And for that and the whole
Of the next day even I could see
All our drink and out food
Seemed to come for free
And when we left on
The morning of the third day
Quite a few village folk
Came to see us on our way