Bulgaria, Oh Bulgaria
My aching feet salute thee.
Over cobblestones, by ancient ruins,
Onward, onward, there is much to see…
Past colorful frescoes and walls of icons,
No empty space exists
Eyes of saints look down upon you.
Are you on or off heaven’s list?
Stefan leads on,
With Rosie in tow,
Another church,
Oh no, oh no!!!
Too much, too much
I doth protest!
But Thracian kings with all their gold,
They will not rest….
Bulgaria, oh Bulgaria
There is so much more to see.
I must stand up and onward go,
More rakia, please!
