*In a forest somewhere in the Netherlands*
Pieter: Tree ahoy!
Jakob: Tree ahoy? What ever that means?
*tree crashes on top of him*
Maurice: Pieter! How many times have I said not to shout that? That was sixth one this week being crushed under your tree!
Pieter: I am Dutch, how am I supposed to know how to shout correctly in English?
Maurice: Shout in Dutch then!
Pieter: You know, there are people who might not understand it. English is accepted "lingua franca" in this forest.
Maurice: Pieter, you are fired!
Pieter: Fine, I never wanted to be a lumberjack anyway. I always wanted to be a COLONIST. Planting seeds in mighty Oceania! Wheat, mighty rye, sweet corn! The smell of fresh harvested grain with my best girlie by my side we'd sing, sing,
sing .
I'm a colonist and I'm OK
I sleep all night and plant all day
Choir: He's a colonist and he's OK
He sleeps all night and he plants all day.
Pieter: I plant all seeds, dampen them
Then wait til' January
While that I meet some natives
And see that they me need
Choir: He plants all seeds, dampens them
Then waits til' January
While that he meets some natives
And see that they him need
He's a colonist and he's OK
He sleeps all night and he plants all day.
Pieter: I wait some time, then harvest
I like to meet natives
I force them to hard work
Planting all my seeds
Choir: He waits some time, then harvests
He likes to meet natives
He forces them to hard work
Planting all his seeds???
He's a colonist and he's OK
He sleeps all night and he plants all day.
Pieter: I watch my slaves, planting seeds
Being oppressed and so sad
I wish I invented slavery just like my dear ol' dad
Choir: He watches his slaves planting seeds
Being oppressed and so sad???
Oh, come on! We'r outta here!
Pieter: I wish I invented slavery just like my dear ol' dad
Best girlie: Oh Pieter! I thought you respected native cultures!
*runs away*