Pomes in a Pail: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)
• MP3 short clip, lo-fi play (modem)

My nation isn’t Greece or Bali
Don’t live in Spain, not Minsk nor Mali
Nor Turkey, Togo, Tonga too
Not far Qatar, nor Tuvalu
My nation’s not the USA
Or East Rangoon or Bimbombay
Don’t look for me in the village square
Don’t waste your time, won’t find me there

I don’t dwell in some distant land
Or in a buggy jungle, or a world of sand
I travel far and I ramble wide
(Don’t go nowhere, just sit inside)
Don’t need no train, nor a motorsickle
Won’t cost a dime, not near a nickel
Don’t spin your globe, ain’t on no map
I just screw on my thinking cap

CHORUS:
And build a kingdom in my head
Out of magic beans and gingerbread
When I’m in need of fascination
I get a hunger for some inspir’ation
I start an inner explor’ation
To conquer my Imagin’Nation

I can saddle up my sea horse Nellie
I can pluck a button from an ogre’s belly
I can catch Niagra when it Falls
Got a ready head when adventure calls
I can shatter space, demolish time
I can squeeze an orange ’til it dribbles rhyme
Can’t get too gloomy, not too bored
When I’m battlin’ off a beastly horde

REPEAT CHORUS

I can win a tussle with a lunging leopard
I can swallow fire — like it salt and pepper’d
I can conjure up enchanted spells
Toss a wicked witch down a wishing well
I can stretch as tall as ten men combined
Or shrink down small as a gnat’s behind
When life is long, when my day is dull
I let a monkey loose inside my skull

REPEAT CHORUS

I can’t move out, you can’t move in
Only room for one inside my skin
Say you need a brain vacation?
Got a noggin full of constern’ation?
Don’t be a lump, just vegetatin’ —
Go visit your Imagin’Nation.