With local leave to be taken
And, after much boozy talk,
Bergens being packed
We started off for our walk.
Through the Ziller Valley
Anywhere we liked to roam,
Every passed day was nearer
To our setting off for home.
One final night under canvas,
Bergens packed and then
Goodbye beautiful Austria
And on the train again.
Oktoberfest in Munich
And we're just passing through
Hours between train connections
And nothing much to do.
A walk around the City mooted
But that idea didn't last:
A kiosk selling Lowenbrau
Had had to be passed.
After walking in Austria,
With all that time to kill,
Walking around the streets
Just didn't really thrill.
But half litres of Lowenbrau
Large white frothy head
Crystal clear liquid
Just appealed instead.
Munich Oktoberfest is magic
For those in the know,
But these days I'm too old
To have another go.
That's the plain, simple,
And unvarnished truth.
As for that walking in Austria
Just an episode from my youth.
Yes I've been to Munich,
On one local week's vacation
But we never ever left
That beer kiosk in its station.
