I see a political ferment
Fighting for patriotic fervours
Not bound with fetters of ignorance
And who will ever say no to favours

The streets are festooned
With great lights and banners
Triumphanting the felicitous leader
So wise and knowledgeable
Ready to support his people fervently

The voice cries out
Looking for an eager beaver ferryman
Ready to cross the sea with his people during storms
And rescue the drowned people.

I hear the sound of a fanfare
Welcoming the anointed felicitous leader
Ready to take an oath of fealty
And accomplish difficult tasks
With astonishing feats.