I Curse the Rains Down In Africa

Child reads the stories Of great explorers He dreams of deep jungles And wonderful animals But he does not realize How dreadful the place is Until he crosses one of the seas And among foreigners he is Some hate him because of his accent Others because his pale skin Not just white but pale Like a sick person according to them This is somewhere else not Africa But Africa for pale faced boy is even worse Animals fight between each other to But at least they only fight to survive Yet they will all eventually vanish Such is a peril of life That which once was beautiful story of Dark Continent Now is understood as inhospitable living dying hell But beware of a curse And anger of man with face like death Only he the fate can decide Beware of wizard turning into warlock The song goes I bless the rains in Africa Beware this turning opposite of that The pale faced boy is now a man And only he can save Africa if it does not destroy him first