
Umpapa, umpapa, that’s how it goes
umpapa umpapa everyone knows
whenever I hear the words such as these
I always think of frost laden trees
skyscraper mountains all covered in snow
from where loud alpine horns all echo,
apron clad frauleins bake apple strudel
while leather shorts clad men stand and yodel,
to the sound of , “Umpapa.”
Is that the cause of your red shiny nose? Could it be umpapa?
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Excellent rhyme, Apple Strudel… which, btw, years ago I used to make (and NOT with bought filo pastry!) and that’s another skill lost cos I forgot to use it
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