| I | I am the island of Borneo, Where the farmer - poor farmer - bends low, bends low. I have honey bears, rhinos, and tiger cats, Great falcons, flamingoes, and foxy-faced bats. I have gold and quicksilver, rubber and rice, Cane sugar and spice - but not everything nice: A land of harsh ridges and savage monsoon, Of jungles as dark as the dark of the moon. Land of thundering rains and earthquakes and heat, Where farmer’s life is more biter than sweet. Land of mosquitoes, which carry with ease the dreaded malaria, scourge and disease. |
 |
