Your majesty,
The king of our home,
In praise, Our mouths,
Sing your low-name on high.
His excellency,
The figure of your value makes Mr Loman demand you on high.
The hungry eat,
And eat to bellies full.
In water;
Kids drink with nuts,
Families to quench their hunger.
Your majesty,
The popular saviour of the masses,
Against the will of the inflators you strive,
Harder, to make your tag stay low.
His excellency,
Take our ode,
For your presence cast out our hunger tonight.
Your majesty,
The unpleasant thing in the house of the rich,
The pleasant bournvita in the house of the poor.
We hail thee, Garri.
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