Land of Glad
I come from a land of glad
where no one is sad nor mad.
They have lots of good toys
for little girls and boys.
This land of glad I say
is not that far away.
'Tis like our land of cocaine and meth
but without killing and death.
All that is required
is singing by the fire.
You can do it with family or friends
just know that in the end,
there will be no meth,
no cocaine, no killing, not death,
no on sad nor mad
in this land of glad
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