035 - Travel

I could spare a glance at dear old France

And talk at length, wittily, about ancient Italy

I could explain about the rains in Spain

But I’m somewhat smitten with Great Britain

I may issue a subpoena in Argentina

Perhaps open a crypt in that there Egypt

And I might play a tuneless tuba over in Cuba

I’m still rather smitten with Great Britain

I’d open a morgue in Luxembourg

Unfreeze a doorway in cold Norway

I might get angina in parts of China

I just can’t help being smitten with Great Britain

I could visit a small cafeteria in Nigeria

Meet a businessman in Oman

Drive real slow in Mexico

But, I’m overly smitten with Great Britain

I would live in a caravan in Pakistan

See a phenomenon in Japan

Harvest the grain from Ukraine

It’s just tough being smitten with Great Britain

I could be unfurled throughout the World

Maybe disrobe around the Globe

But such a turn would cause me concern

The thing is, unwritten, I won’t leave Great Britain

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