Brisk memories and poems

Mongolia has us in her grasp She is holding on to us with her last gasp Mongolia, I love you but it is time for us to leave Perhaps you will give us a reprieve It is snowing and getting cold Maybe you want us here until we get old I am ok with staying awhile, but Rachael would like to leave I am drinking beer, but Rachael is starting to grieve I think my retirement would sustain us for awhile But Rachael does not think this idea is worthwhile I am ok with living the nomadic lifestyle, surviving on mares' milk, mutton, and beef But for now, we just want to sleep Goodnight