The Lion’s crown is upside down
The prophet may he play,
To covet such prolific land
the mountains rocky way.
The peasants cry
The kings fly high,
Small treasure for each day.
The roar booms loud
The king shines proud,
For mere pennies he did lay
Ann: Appendix 4C - quarterly, page-14
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