New Zealand

There lies a place
far 'cross the sea.
A land of peace,
tranquility.

The fields are green,
the rivers wide.
By every law
DO ALL ABIDE.

The air is pure,
the water clean.
Each Citizen
is calm, serene.

No sleep is lost
for war, bloodshed;
there's chloroform
in every bed.

There are no cops,
no armored trucks;
there's naught to steal
but pigs and ducks.

No misconduct,
no homicide.
'Cause every house
has bugs inside.

And when you die
take comfort, know
you'll be reused
to help plants grow.

So immigrate
we don't care how.
We'll keep you safe
(at least for now).