The Land of the Netherlands

The land of the Netherlands,

Water, hardly below the lands,

A land, by virtue of strong dikes,

And almost inundated with bikes,

Strips of water amidst the land,

Indeed land and water hand in hand,

It is banal to talk about its canals,

For they are deep in its annals,

Numerous old big windmills,

Making up for the absence of hills,

Strikingly beautiful tulips,

The fields filled with so many lips,

Here it constantly rains,

Occasionally the sun shines,

Attractive are its parks and museums,

On which one can pen symposium,

Its capital, Amsterdam, symbolizes prosperity,

Not to miss also its notoriety,

Its people are know as the Dutch,

So is the language Dutch,

Biking hard, they grow tall,

From high standards they hardly fall,

They may starve without Bread-n-cheese,

They holiday on the mountains of skis,

How they speak, is strange,

Conversation filled with rage,

To anything there must be consensus,

Their discussions, blunt and lacking pretenses,

Holland covers a small part of the world,

Netherland is magnificent as they told.