The unkind cold will slip away
Beneath us
As we sleep, high over the
Equator.
We shall know tango;
We shall dance before the Perito Moreno Glacier
Close to the strait that Saved Magellan for one more
Ocean.
We'll play in Llao Llao land
Beside the blue blue lake of The Andes.
And sip rich, red Malbec From Mendoza,
Feast on Pampas-fed beef.
We'll stroll the streets of San Telmo,
and shed a tear for Evita.
The world, my Love, is our
Cape Horn of Plenty
Our Ushuaia Oyster.
