O Tracy!
Long gone are the pure, innocent days
when all we thought of was food, rest and play
no vulgarity touched our souls yet
nor any terrible being have we met
all was sunny with only seldom rain
we felt all mirth and little pain
our world was small
having not a care at all
with only love encompassing everything we knew
cheery faces we wore everyday
brightening and coloring things that used to be gray
though our wars with each other were as diurnal as the sun and nocturnal as the moon,
we pardoned each other, and continued skipping down our lighted path, humming our everlasting, playful tune
the days when the world would forever smile down at us
when everything, be it good or evil, we thought it beauteous
simple-minded were we, O Tracy, back in the small land
we dreamed of only having bliss and joy, and all our friends back in our motherland
O Tracy!
I know all these days are long gone
but now we live in different times, and so we have to move on
now we've left the small land for what we thought was a dream
our memories back in the city, oh how far do they seem
we have moved on with our lives filled with much more people than before
but how I wish we could go back to small land and experience it all once more