Oceania, Oceania,

Oh she longs for you!

Your zaffre ways,

And hazy waves,

Oh lapis lazuli,

Lap it up before it’s too

Late!

 

Oh! Wairau Valley,

Victorious vintner,

How you make her whine,

And pine for more of your

Sauvignon blanc,

She’s a cloudy bay

Girl at heart.

 

Yes, she’s pacifically specific,

Sophistic navigator,

Poor Polynesia,

She’ll have you on your knees, and

Begging her for

More.

 

She ain’t no pushover,

That itsy-bitsy, artsy-fartsy,

Sweet cartographer

Oh boy!

She’ll run rings around

You.

 

But how lucky you’d be

To be

Tahiti,

To let her circumnavigate your

Shores.