In the heart of Zimbabwe,
Lies a town fair and true,
Where the sun shines bright and warm,
And the skies are bright and blue.
Marondera, oh Marondera,
A place of beauty and grace,
Where the people are kind and friendly,
And the smiles light up their face.
The streets are lined with trees,
That sway in the gentle breeze,
And the birds sing sweet melodies,
As they flit from tree to tree.
The markets bustle with life,
As people buy and sell,
And the scents of fresh produce,
Make the senses come alive and swell.
The schools are places of learning,
Where knowledge is passed on,
And the children's bright eyes sparkle,
As they learn and grow and bond.
Marondera, oh Marondera,
How beautiful thou art,
A place of hope and promise,
That welcomes all with open heart.
So if you ever visit Zimbabwe,
Be sure to take a trip,
To the town of Marondera,
Where memories will forever grip.
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