Madagascar, why are you leaving?
I don’t know.
But I do know this is two hundred fifty MILLION years ago,
And I have to go.
Lemur-filled and enormous island, where will you go?
I don’t know — I think just out there in the sea —
To save my lemurs I have to go . . .
(MADAGASCAR floats out into the Indian Ocean.)
O addio, dolce Madagascar!
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