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Kate Rancid



Mongolia, Mongolia
The sweetest land of all
Where everything is peaceful
And the people aren't as tall
I want to sit astride a yak
And waddle o'er the plains
Erect my yurt in double speed
Before the winter rains

I long to sit beside a fire
And on yak leather darn
Whilst discussing yak milk butter
With my good friend Genghis Khan
And for my yearly holiday
I'll not go to Nairobi
I'll keep it local, pitch my yurt
At a camp site in the Gobi

Mongolia, Mongolia
I'll live there soon, for sure
There's only 2.9 million Mongolians
There's room for just one more.

Kate Rancid (b. 1973)