/me tries desparately to avoid a Disney rant.

Kingdom In the Sky
by DaVinci's Notebook

Note: Reading this works best if you imagine it being
sung as a gospel-revival-style number...

All my life I have been searching
For the fabled Promised Land
With my sisters and my brothers
We shall walk there hand in hand

Through the trials and tribulations
And the devil's cruel temptations
I know that we will all get there one day

After years and years of wandering
Oh the kingdom we shall find
And the doors may not be open
But we'll gather in the line

And our hearts will swell with pride
The day those gates swing open wide
And we take a walk down Main Street USA

Oh that Magic Kingdom in the sky
We will all be there together by and by
We will all drink from the fountain
And go riding on Space Mountain
When we reach that Magic Kingdom in the sky

Where Mother Minnie, Father Dopey,
And Saint Tinkerbell abide
There'll be no more cares or sorrows
On that heavenly Teacup ride

I will lay down all my fears
When I put on those big black ears
And join the choir to sign in harmony

We will sing the songs of aimless souls
Who once had gone astray
Who were lost but now are found
In the Electric Light Parade

Singing Hakuna Matata
Growing Mouseketeer stigmata
In the only Club that's made for
You and me

Oh that Magic Kingdom in the sky
We will all be there together by and by
All god's children shall be free in
Pirates of the Caribbean
When we reach that Magic Kingdom in the sky

Oh the meekest and the poorest
Their inheritance shall see
And a zillion Japanese tourists
All will join the jamboree

They will ride that Holy Monorail
Into sweet Providence
When they know that their redeemer
Is a mouse in Short Red Pants

Won't you take me to Orlando
Where the sun is shining bright
All the angels are clean shaven
And the people snowy white

Where your problems are all hidden
And unhappiness forbidden
You'll find salvation for a modest fee

Climb into my Winnebago
And if you help with the gas
Then we maybe can finagle you
A five or six day pass

May your afterlife be blessed
Just American Express it
Let MasterCard and Visa set you free

Oh that Magic Kingdom in the sky
We will all be there together by and by
All religions may be practiced
There except for Southern Baptist
When we reach that Magic Kingdom in the sky

Oh that Magic Kingdom in the sky
Manufactured by that Uncle Walter guy
We'll give thanks to that old geezer
And we'll keep him in the freezer
When we reach that Magic Kingdom in the sky