A pleasure it would be, to travel over sea, I'm not going to pretend. We'd all beg, give nutmeg, to do this once again. See the sites, go on flights, Even see Big Ben. Visit old friends, find some gems, women, children and men. This is a poem that I wrote

A pleasure it would be,
to travel over sea,
I'm not going to pretend.

We'd all beg,
give nutmeg,
to do this once again.

See the sites,
go on flights,
Even see Big Ben.

Visit old friends,
find some gems,
women, children and men.

This is a poem that I wrote that explains most people's feelings right now during corona.