My lovely Costa Rica,
I'd fly 1000 miles
To visit with the Ticos
And see their pretty smiles.
Fifty Methodists on a dental missionary trip
Helped serve 500 people; and oh, the time did zip.
Filled cavaties, tooth extractions, cleanings & flossing too
Though I'm the only pharmacist, dental assistant is job 2.
Passed instruments, loaded syringes, anything I could.
Got a kick out of the monkeys dropping mangoes on the roof.
The people were so appreciative; they couldn't thank us enough.
We spoke a foreign language, but we understood their love.
Watched the sun set in the Pacific,3 blocks from our work-site.
Then thanked God for my blessings as I walked home at night.
Saw Irazu and Arenal volcanoes; rain forests are the place to roam.
White-watered on the Pacuare River,18 miles of cold, wet foam.
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