T-wentieth February beacon comes,
R-ising above the horizon;
I-t's a beautiful Monday,
S-unday's brought to oblivion,
H-igh and perfect cone stands firm and tall;
A-mazing smoke from Mount Mayon rises as the huge rocks fall.
O-bliterate the mess,
D-irt and grime on earth;
O-ne volcano is now calm, friends fill your birth with mirth.
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