I was dark and it was bright
the moon shades were at half tyne
and I wept
I felt confused but I carried on
through shedding dapple bright.

And it was very dim in the forest
of palms and swaying trees
but still I carried on
bravely as if he were still alive.

The sparkling turquoise
of an enormous sea
so hot and crackly
my close friends by
I smile sparkling white
at the sky so clear and bright
a soft sand against my hands
and I am home in this place
of sea and sun
of poor and posh
"I like Mexico," said mom.