Stately Bestrewn
For my wonderful stately sum,
I am so happy,
For the beautiful way of jazz,
I am so happy,
I have the airfare,
To fly across the ocean,
Across to the wildest continent of strangers,
Australia, with the hop and the skip,
From here to there to beyond the circus-sun,
Flying forth, where we soar on the run.
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