Interlaken stands shyly in the snow, 

The peacefulness makes it glow. 

The cottages have beautiful wood carvings, 

Done by someone truly charming. 

The small town hosts the swiss alps, 

Higher than all your scalps. 

Head up the mountains, 

To discover undiscovered fountains. 

The fruit vendor smiles as he greets you, 

Ignoring the big queue. 

Strangers greet you as they pass, 

Unquestioning their class. 

The souvenir shop stand in the corner, 

She welcomes every foreigner. 

Her shop stands proudly, 

Singing folk tales very loudly. 

The alps hide the small city, saying something very witty.