BUENOS AIRES

We’ve seen the Plaza Mayor
And where poor folks live in squalor.
The tango was born in Boca.
It’s nothing like the polka.
We’ve learned what Evita stood for.

We’ve sampled Argentina’s beef
About which we have no beef.
Each other’s toes we’ve mangled
Trying to learn to tango.
A pickpocket is a source of grief..

In a souvenir store
With leather goods galore,
Helen got loose,
Bought a jacket made of moose
But nothing more.

The money, we think, was spent
On the world’s biggest rodent.
What can be the excuse
For calling a rat a moose?
The capivara to compliment?

Boating in the delta,
We saw houses built for shelter.
We’ve eaten tasty food.
The summer weather was good,
And we didn’t swelter.

We’ve visited the city of the dead,
All of whom were well fed.
We’ve learned about the disappeared
And how Evita poor folks endeared.
Our flight home we’ve now to dread.