In the North of Spain

I bought a castle in the north of Spain,
Declared myself a dispossessed great prince
Of Catalonia, tried to convince
The people I should rule that I was sane,
And waited for the night. When there was rain,
As there has been almost every night since,
My heart rejoiced to see the dark drops rinse
The dusty grape skins, watering the grain.

The sun shines all day long, the mountains ring
With peasant songs, the pounding of their feet
In proud processions too brave to repeat.
Enjoying my bold leadership, they sing
Like squirrels in the fat time, in the spring
When nuts are plentiful. Now, let us eat.