A UMass professor and his wife were on their way to a famous garden in rural Japan when they met two Hungarians travelling on the same bus:
"What brings you to Japan from Hungary?" asked the professor. "We are selling Hungarian poetry to the Japanese." So, a discussion on the Japanese appreciation for beauty in words, gardens, and art ensued.
When they arrived at their destination, the travellers said their farewells, and the wife skeptical but fascinated by the market for good Hungarian poems, said, "Good luck selling your poetry! "
The Hungarian turned to her and said, "Poultry, m'aam, poultry. "