It’s printed on the map with a capital G.
Call the men up on deck – we’ll have a toast.
It’s the reason we’ve battled these long years at sea.
There it is to your right. You can just see the coast!
We’ll land at the beaches of Gourmandy
with gifts that will pacify the Americas –
this bronze urn, for instance, filled with bourbon and tea
and dignified with age and verdigris.
Of course, there’ll be lots to do. At the very least,
we’ll have to find something for the hungry to chew.
So you’re thinking too about our first feast,
wondering what Auntie will put into her stew?
Cheer up! What…have you taken it into your head
to fear not everybody will get fed?
Don’t worry about that – we will feed the whole crew!
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