The Plains of Lane
Are golden and sane
Grace is in her lips
Humor is in her hips
How majestic is her splendor?
How lovely are her flowers?
Her image is magnificent to the beholder
Her Passion never sours
She leads the other lands with Grace
Her spirit of laughter gives her the edge
All the lands are blessed by her face
Her love and humor are to acknowledge
Creatures find strength and refuge in Lane
The presence of the one there is ever strong
Many people come there to belong
In the magnificent, majestic plains of Lane