The Land of Lu, or Mu, was washed away
Embarrassed by an iron-hungry surf.
In gaudy triremes rowed by engineers
The government attempted to re-boot;
But Greenland intervened and Newfoundland
And all the loansharks rising from the sea,
Shaking their cowrie shells, their scuba gear,
Promising retribution had occurred.
Debacle and disaster. Turned away
From Silverado and Leander's Gate,
The governors, their Chicken o' the Sea
Exhausted, floated, while the trade winds spent
Our heritage and blew the whole thing up.
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