French country

We see in the country, in Portsall, things that you don’t see in the city, A pastry chef who smiles kindly, A farmer who parks his tractor on the side, We see polite people like Belgians, People listening to the bees work, Trees are seen learning to count, Churches that ring the morning hours, We see beautiful things in the country, Things that you don’t see in the city, People saying hello to you at the bakery, People watching the snails think, You see people looking at you like birds, Writers wearing pink hats, Who drank tequila with their chicken breast, Houses where people will be nice, We see in the country, on the side of Portsall Things that you don’t see in the city, The city often I fear, makes people evil, We see large houses painted pink or yellow Which make you think of Sicily or Tuscany.