HOW GROOVY IS SUCCESS?
Just by the road is a dainty shop,
Just ahead is the Congo border,
Just beside the shop is a splendiferous lake,
Just behind is a well lit exquisite garden.
I get into the shop just to feel the breeze,
The sky is getting reddish golden,
The thousand hills look picturesque,
Beautiful scenic splendid sight all round.
Then comes a happy of three,
Alighting from a range rover sport,
King, qween and princess most likely,
Love, joy and greatness is all over their beeming faces.
The palm trees are swinging to the wind,
The happy three are cock-a-hoop,
The drink is cold, freshening and sweet,
This is just the other end of the world.
Now the sun is setting,
I know she is looking too,
How groovy is success,
But how beautiful will heaven be?