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Anywhere Else But Here
I wish I was in the jungle
Amongst the creepers and vines
You just can’t beat the stinking heat
Oh, it is divine!
Malaria, snakes, and spiders
And fierce, man-eating tigers
I really am sincere
I’d rather be there than here!
I wish I was on the ocean
Riding the briny waves
A tropical storm would be a yawn
It’s really what I crave!
Sea-sickness won’t alarm me
Nor if the winds becalm me
I want to be perfectly clear
I’d rather be there than here!
I’d love to be in the desert
In miles of burning sand
I’d love to gloat of my parched, dry throat
That really would be grand!
The scorpions all a-crawling
The heat and glare appalling
I’m serious now, my dear
I’d rather be there than here!
I wish I was at the North Pole
Surrounded by snow and ice
To have frosty breath and catch my death
It would be so terribly nice!
The killer whale, the polar bear
The thin, thin ice of which to beware
It would really advance my career
If I were there, not here!
I wish I was on a mountain
High on a lonely peak
To cling all alone to a cliff of stone
Oh what a thrill to seek!
With fingers and toes all gripping
Until my grip was slipping
The descent would be rather sheer
But I’d rather be there than here!
I’d just love to be in outer space
Amongst all the planets and stars
To drift uncontrolled would be really bold
You could never drift too far!
The cold would be intense
And the silence quite immense
And no breathable atmosphere
But I’d rather be there than here!
