Far back in the dark, it boom the Roman,
It bang the south and link with the third country,
And package the white-shooter with no insolent,
To steal, kill and destroy that little leading country.
Fever infuriated the child for fear sat on pot,
Forcing ca-cao going to and fro with rag
Remember they scattered the bright cocoa with sane not.
This is what the boom and bang do like flag.
They see not the resplendent house colour now in portion,