Bright, colourful, vibrant, joyous,
Are the flowers of St---,
Flitting about in the campus,
Presenting a glorious picture.
Tall, short, fair and dark,
They come in all sizes and colours,
A few are wild too; wild to various degrees,
They are pruned lovingly by the gardener,
Assisted by her loyal deputies.
The gardener's faith in the beauty of the flowers
Encourages the assistants
Sometimes disheartened by the wild, erratic ones,
Who never seem to mould;
To join the symmetry of the garden.
But the tenacious and generous gardener,
Never gives up,
Never gives up.
Finally, one divine day,
The wild ones embrace the civilized flowers.
Children, you are the blooming flowers of our country
Hopefully you will continue to be bright and beautiful,
To usher in joy and hope,
In the lives of those,
Who love and care for you.
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