How nice the world is shrinking
I don't need to have an inkling
Of how to get from A to Z
Because of integrated linking.
How nice the world is round
And blue and green, not brown
Since we will probably meet
It will be better on coloured ground.
How sweet the world is small
And filled with know-it-alls
Who need to know who said what
And better yet who took the fall.
How calm the earth on first Take
Unfortunately now rather fake
Conversation just white noise
I would rather French Vanilla by a lake.
How great the world is wide
Not enough there is to ride
To explore and see and get away
And get lost in the rushing tide.