Oh the the great land of America.

The freedoms which I posses,

the love of family,

the joy of friends.

The dreams in which I free myself from the

burdens of life.

Oh, how I dream,

of the splendor of Canada.

The beautiful prairies

surrounded by the blissful mountains.

The inhabitants, so generous, they even

lend a hand to a traveler of distance.

Oh, how I dream,

of the warmness of Britain.

Glorious is the social standards.

How lovely it is to mix in with the high class.

The middle class.

Even the low class.

Oh, how I dream,

The charm of Spain.

The spectacular culture.

The feminine beauty of all who enjoy

everyday life. So happy are they, that dance

is their daily routine, as is guiding an

obtuse traveler.

The traveler sees distant lands and

experiences vast cultures.

While I sit and dream that I was him. I

I will be someday.

But for now, all I have to rely on,

to go to those wondrous places,

is a rich imagination.