Curry Land by Donovan
Lady, you are my peace of mind
Were I to seek your par none I could find
You delicately went to curry land
And left a lonely man, ah me, yogi blue
He thought to himself as he sat before
His stocks and shares a dreadful bore
If I'm to live another happy day
I best make haste and be on my way
He at his desk did write and indicate
To lawyer, friend and intimate
His lamentable grief did necessitate
The need for one swift bird to sail the ocean o'er
A sailing schooner was soon seen sailing,
Swift and silent, around the sound
Salutating seagulls heralding
The wonderous transport upon the wing
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