Mike there you were in germany
The cheese and the fields
The pines and the pasture
The boutique architecture
Out there in a curiosity
One that took you far beyond our oceanic bounds
A curiosity that spun just enough for you
Satisfaction and your wife Nina
Now our hair is thinning my friend
Art has combed your hair
With one tine in your brain
One tolerance for a friend like me
Mike far afield a little town
that's roads could have been cut
And the people would slowly turn into syrup
You being the grain of southern tussock stuck there
And back to the thin strip of Aotearoa
Where cousins and old friends still call you
Where your father worships you
And where your mother longs for you
For this big wide world
With all it's decoration
With all it's novelties
Charges it's own fee
These foreign lands
that have colored our eyes
These cultures and languages
That have shaped our lives
It must be good to be home Mike King
To the cool extension of the islands
To the humble rugby loving villages
To the surroundings that raised us
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