Please don't send me to America
where crime, pollution, cancer rule
Please don't call me weak and delicate
I had to go for school
I married a gal from Maryland
We had four boys, and now they're grown
Our sons are very special and
They've children of their own
When I'm at home in America
I long to hear the magpie's call
When I'm home in Australia
Parking spots are too small
Now we've children on two continents
And eight grandchildren that we miss
Of travel that's a consequence
And so we reminisce
