I’ve walked the bridge of laughter to see if it would giggle,
I’ve made a journey across the sea to see if it would wriggle,
I’ve travelled across the dark red sands to northern down-under,
and experienced that extravagant mid-summer thunder,
I’ve searched the sands of vacant lands to look for the winner,
I’ve flown a rocket to the stars and was back before dinner,
I’ve bragged about my long lost sister more times than you can care,
and circled Antarctica twice before I realised I was bare,
but there’s one place that I really wouldn’t like to loom,
its when Saturday comes and its time to clean my room.