I'm tired of this winter valley the sky has seven
hues of grey, there are no donkeys left only blue
tractors reeking of diesel fume, no echo of happy
I will go to Congo where nature is both beautiful
and scary with roaring lions, snapping crocodiles,
ear flapping, cantankerous elephants and chest
beating mountain gorillas.
I will break in a river-horse and bare back gallop
across the Serengeti followed by crashing rhinos
flanked by laughing hyenas; arrive in Cape Town
as the biggest show on earth.
Welcomed by Desmond Tutu, he's such a nice
all forgiving man, stable my horse near a river,
take the plane back to Portugal just as the sun
breaks through and sky is blue again.