Ode to Schnapps
You would think that after living in Germany for 9 years as a kid and another 1 1/2 as an adult, that I would have discovered the wonders of Schnapps by now. Sadly, it was not until this Saturday on yet another cold and miserable volksmarch (organized hike) that I did discover this substance. Here is an ode to the wonders of that fabulous libation.
Schnapps, oh Schnapps
How you brighten my soul
You warmed me up on the volksmarch
When it was too f-cking cold
We were hiking 15 kilometers
In freezing wind and breeze
I was already sick
All I did was sneeze
When suddenly there appeared a hut
Filled with the usual snacks and beer
And a local Frau said “Schnapps?”
And four shotglasses did appear
I downed the shot, spilling some on my glove
It burned my throat at first
But then suddenly I could breathe easily
And it cured my aching thirst
7km later, we reached another hut
This one had Schnapps, too
My companions and I downed another shot
Wheeee, whoo-hoo!
The rest of the hike was not at all cold
Rendering my previous complaints mute
Even the guy who’d been hitting on me all day
Suddenly appeared pretty damn cute
Schnapps, oh Schnapps, you did save the day
And I wound up having a wonderful time
So next time you’re in the liquor store, buy some Schnapps
Shout “Prost!” and raise your shotglass high!