Misguided soul enters the harbor
with a key in hand,
success on the mind.
a lion hunting for his prey
with manners so kind,
ambition rises
waiting in line,
given a new name,
finding a new home,
dreams of fame
hearing his name,
home at last!
proud with his head held high,
yelling America!
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