Close your eyes and Think if you will—
Of a TROPICAL Country—
Now open them—
It’s Brazil—
And this is the Spanish Embassy
and the little boy you see… 
My Papa’s been transferred to Brasilia!
Said Pepito to Madeline — "Will you come with us willya?"
Tropical birds who sing in the Jungle night
and you do not take a walk
The Jaws of death
you are somebody’s bread
