South America is doing neat stuff at nine

The world tour's coming to an end
We've been everywhere but Europe
And North America, of course
Source of most our tourists
But, we need to make a stop
In the western hemisphere
And we so often ignore it
A shame, as it's so near

Our third stop on the tour, at nine

Not to get bogged in trivia
The crossing point of great three ways
Birthplace of many ideas
Waystation for so much trade
It was the center of the world
The backdrop for this weekend's feast
Three continents are fastened here
Asia Minor--the Middle East

Second stop, Asia! At nine.

Land of riches, lands of spice
Land silk, and land of rice
Tonight, an certain paradise
And songs from there that should delight

Our plane first lands in Africa at nine

Our family first started here
A high and grassy plain
Punctuated with big cats
And sometimes total rain
A land of many cultures
Birthplace of our first Eve
Contains fifty-hour countries
And the music they conceive