Dutch Hospitality

In the city of Hoorn, On a cobblestone street, We were taken as guests So some locals we'd meet. It was charming, the house, And the ceilings did soar; There were children and cats But much more was in store. For the hostess' dad Brought us each out, with pride, Quite a big slab of pie With some whipped cream beside. From the very first bite, I was over the moon. I'll not taste pie that wonderful Anytime soon. There were flowery mugs Filled with coffee or tea, So we sipped and we savored - How lucky for me! To be welcomed and fed Homemade baking and cream And converse like we knew them - It felt like a dream. When you step off the path Where the tourist traps lie, You'll find friendship and maybe A great piece of pie!