Full Circle

Once there was a little girl
Who thought she'd go and see the world,
But little did she know the suprise
Awaiting her warm and bright blue eyes.

She saw great wonders in the Pope's home,
Went to Florence to catch a glimpse of the dome.
She climbed the peaks of Switzerland,
And even viewed gifts for Mitterrand.

She heard the ringing of Big Ben,
Learned tales of ghosts in Edinburgh then
She marveled at the chateaux in Perigord,
And listened to endless French folklore.

She tasted splendors in Ankara,
Explored the entire Alhambra,
She danced the tango in B.A.,
Went to Versailles to see the palais.

She visited the Marché de Noel,
So much she knew she'd have to tell
To those whom she had left behind
When she had known they wouldn't mind.

And what she learned she did not expect
Despite her marvelous intellect,
That the home that she had left one fall
Was the place that she loved most of all.