I was laid on my mattress thumbing through a World Atlas
Telling my son of all the places I’d been and all the things I had seen
I told him of my time in the Himalaya and how there I had met a dragon slayer
How he had taught me, all that he knew and one day I will teach him it too
I recanted my time in Algiers, where all the beautiful women had no ears
I told him of their great monsoons and of the races in cold air balloons
We spoke a little of Brazil and how I couldn’t find one single hill
Described the vast empty plains and how the elephants rode around in trains
I touched a little on the Arctic Circle and how the water was always purple
How Kangaroos bought and sold shoes and pigmies run all the zoos
He listened as I described Iran and the miles of roads made of spam
How all houses had moats and all the taxis were driven by goats
I love to tell my son of the places I have been
The story of my life and all things I have seen