I'll dance a jig and off my hat, I'll wave goodbye, I won't be back.
For I'm taking off for faraway places, to see the sites and enter the races
Hop in a train, fly in a plane, happy am I to wander a lane.
Climb a mountain, sail the seas and ride a donkey where I please.
Daring the desert to swallow me, damning the jungle to wallop me.
I'll linger awhile in a grass hut, cleanse my soul right out of the rut.
I'll sit on my haunches around a fire and watch with delight the pygmies desire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem