It's a different world, a different time,
Gone from the ridiculous and the sublime.
With a mere few acres was built this land,
Where perfume is water and gold is sand.
Our lives have no terror, no moment of fear,
Our people are smiling and shed not a tear.
Here in this land, we practice perfection,
So we build no houses for our protection.
What's mine is yours, what's yours is yours,
Such theories have never come to our shores,
For we live together, what's ours is ours,
Our life grows sweeter and never sours.
We know full well that one might ask,
If you have what you want, what is your task?
We lives our lives just to make sure,
That others will come and visit our shore,
Others will enter on a beautiful day,
And find this land so carefree and gay.
Into this land you will never walk,
No matter how wise or witty you talk.
Remember that, get it into your head,
For this my friend, is the land of the dead.