Lederhosen Movement Poem by Robert Sheridan

O, Friends! Not these clothes!
But let us wear more pleasant apparel!

Joy, o wondrous suspenders,
Worn with German knee-breeches,
Made from the hide of goat, pig, calf, or elk,
Heavenly divine wearing leather
Commonly associated with virility and brawn
What a fashion statement, it's a cut-above the others;
Germanic men of the Alpine region
And the German-speaking part of Italy and South Tyrol.

The people in the south of Bavaria were so fortunate
To be able to wear lederhosen and suspenders,
The man who wore them won fair woman -
To the rejoicing let him blow his own horn,
The man remained a symbol of regional pride
Somewhere in the Alps will be his own!
And he who never managed to fit in lederhosen
Let him diet forth from the eating throng!

Joy is lederhosen worn by every Germanic man
From every corner of Bavaria, formerly a part of Austria;
Every man, boy, and male child,
Follow in your ancestor's leather trouser steps,
Knickerbockers they gave to you, with elk horn buttons,
Passed down from generation to generation, willed to you in death;
The tailors to the peasant folk never did endow
And their toughness even stood-up at Oktoberfest.

Gladly as they snap their suspenders
Through Bavaria's garment district
Walk now, lederhosen brothers, your hiking course,
Joyful like a mountain conquering hero!

Don't embrace each other with a secret handshake
The lederhosen are meant for other parts of the world!
Brothers - do not fight over the leather so tight and firm
An understanding of who should wear them must dwell!

Don't be so hard on others, Germanic civilians
Do you sense loosing your lederhosen world presence?
Be big and look beyond your firm knee-breeches stand,
For outside of Germany, variants of lederhosen sorely dwell!

'2007'