Glimlags As Wide As A Rainbow
Rarely you see them as happy, as carefree or as calm,
Considering the fact they may be, finally, out of harm.
Once you see their gleaming faces, you’re addicted,
“I don’t think I’ll cry” are the words you had predicted.
Young’uns surround the visitors, chanting with pleasure,
Producing decibels as they sing, that were unable to measure.
Growing larger, the crowd of villagers multiplies,
When the four boys sing the noise suddenly subsides.