Third verse before you depart,
5350 miles and six months apart,
for green pastures and a fresher start,
swapping the keyboard for an apple cart.

Take care while you are away,
coz this time it really is a land far, faraway,
new pay, new play and new place to stay,
perpetually missing her Kajang satay.

Drifting from your pack,
Don’t ever let ye courage crack,
Straddling a lumbering backpack,
We’ll wait for you to be back.

So go now my dear, I fare you well,
Whatever will be only time can tell,
Whenever you hear the animals yell,
They are just helping me to wish you well.