Wanderlust Polka

Oh, pack your bags, it's time to roam, In every corner, make a home. From the highest peak to the valley low, In the Wanderlust Polka, off we go. New faces, different tongues, we unite, Dancing to the rhythm of moon's soft light. We spin the globe, let chance be our guide, In a grand polka parade, joy worldwide. At each trip's end, for home we yearn, Lessons learned, and memories earned. Yet, the call of the Wanderlust Polka's beats, Is a song that our traveling heart repeats. {end}