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Land of the Rising Sun Guess where I went on holiday, The Land of the Rising Sun. I begged my parents to take me there And finally they let me go. I was jumpy throughout the flight, I wondered how it would be. Every minute be sunrise? I was aching to find out. When we arrived I rushed outside, And to my greatest horror I saw. It was just a ordinary, bustling country, So I stared in utter disgust. I begged and begged my parents again, To please take me back. But the tickets were too expensive, So we had to stay for another two months.


Land of the Rising Sun