Your Legacy by Legend our Pride become
From the Wee-Land's Kiss infuse our Smile
As Blessings from Manny our Shouts succumb
Once Blend your Flextures for that Great Long Mile
How often does Winter our Climate equate
When Labours well-oiled admit from your Spent
That Prime for Honour's History belate:
Let Sun and Three Stars preserve this Event
I say Dance - Dance! And Freckle those Judges fair;
Spell Winner their Eyes when Palm-Trees de-frost
Now melt and see when Equator will Dare
That beyond Snow our Potents still Post.
Hoping such Weight as Precious wrap your Nape
To our Nation's Cheers your Victory a-gape.
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