In old Amsterdam

I tip-toed through the tulips in old Amsterdam with my sister, my brother, my Dad and my Mam
We spread out a woolly blanket and watched the fishies in a dam and ate my Mammies picnic with pickled onions and ham

We loved the tall tulips reds, purples, yellows, greens and blues
I didn’t have a favourite tulip there was too many to choose
The fields of flowers looked so beautiful with there multicoloured hues 
My Mammy and Daddy bought my sister and I some Dutch clogs for our shoes

Well we had a ball but it was time to go home 
Our Amsterdam holiday was over with our adventurous roam
So we boarded our jet plane on the big aerodrome and I sat looking out the little window pane and wrote you this poem