Blossoms blushing in the orange sun.

Whistling birds in somber trees;

Hold fast their little ones.

Coronation ceremony for the sovereign sun.

Families march with willful pleas;

Hold fast their little ones.

Deserts desert their brutal sun.

Snakes rattle along the breeze;

Hold fast their little ones.

Enchanting endeavors betray the constant sun.

Homeless mothers and sons in wretched degrees;

Hold fast your little ones.

Fearful factions praise the tyrannic sun.

Rats in power spread ill disease;

Hold fast your little ones.  

Broken bones turn away the broken sun.

Rise against this unease;

Hold fast your little ones.

Eager energies in the orange sun.

Do not look away for we are not done,

Hold fast us; your little ones.