A man I know from Kokomo
Went to Kalamazoo
He took a train then caught a plane
To the shores of Timbuktu.
A man from Kankakee sailed the sea
Looking for buried treasure.
In Pango Pango and the Bermuda triangle
The search became his pleasure.
Then one day as the poets say
Their destinies did meet.
Choices made and plans were laid
Until everything was complete.
They’d been told of a chest of gold
That was theirs for the taking.
The box of cash would be their stash
Fortunes were theirs for the making.
Then off they trekked but some suspect
That the gold will never be found.
But push and shove it’s adventure they love
They’ll not live all safe and sound.
From Timbuktu to Kalamazoo
The world belongs to the bold.
And across the sea in Kankakee,
They don’t bury chests of gold.