Who brings the flame to signify

That peace now lights this land

On whose sure grip may we rely

Which body lends this hand

 

Upon whose face the gentle glow

To light the way for all

A worthy grasp of all that comes

With populace in thrall

 

The backers, hip to all things good

Whose strength may awe the meek

Are striding through our neighbourhood

The streets we knew, now chic

 

With none to cross the undrawn line

All smiles upon each mug

And those with work they must resign

At home beneath the rug

 

So spread glad tidings, far and wide

The days are passing fast

We're queueing up to catch this ride

To gawk as it goes past