When I was small, my parents used to make me sing this song when we traveled to churches all across the United States preparing for ministry in Mozambique. I guess it was supposed to be cute or something.
(but I hated singing it!)
“Please don’t send me to Africa,
I don’t think I’ve got what it takes.
I’m just a man, I’m not a tarzan-
Don’t like lions, gorillas, or snakes!
I’ll serve you here in suburbia,
In my comfortable, middle-class life-
But, PLEASE, don’t send me to the ends of the earth,
Where the natives grow restless at night.”
Ok. Flashback finished.