Adieu, adieu.

Kolej Komenskankho, livin’ here ain’t no stroll,

You’re lucky at breakfast for some juice or even a roll.

Prague they say is the city of trams-

Well they aren’t much good in a traffic jam.

Walking across the bridge to get to class

While all of sudden it’s gone by so fast.

I wonder where our Czech time has gone

And think about an appropriate song….

I’m to sexy, too sexy, too sexy for my shirt

But I’m not feeling so sexy when leaving only hurts.

I guess all good things must come to an end

I just don’t know what I’ll do without these friends.

I’ll miss the square, the snow and river as well,

But man, have these past 4 months been swell…