When you're struggling to think what the day is today 
When “Merci beaucoup” seems quite natural to say 
When another Griffon Vulture is simply passé 
You've come to the end of your holiday!

When Mum's said “Ooh, look at that!” for the seventy-fifth time 
When Dad's made you sick with yet another rhyme 
When the boys can't find another mountain to climb 
You've come to the end of your holiday!

When too many hills have burnt out your clutch
 When someone says “Tennis?” – but it all seems too much 
So, you pick up a novel – but it's written in Dutch*
You've come to the end of your holiday!

When you just couldn't face another mile in the car 
When a steak haché is a burger too far 
And to your last shiny Euro you've said “ta-ra” 
You've come to the end of your holiday!

MJK July 2002 France



* because so many campsites in France were run by, and frequented by Dutch people!