One goal, one laughter from the lore
One flow, one swansong from the shore
One smile, one cuddle from the sun
One dance, one salute to the dawn
One day, the green will be watered and poise for a kiss
that day, the children will dream and dream for a bliss
One touch, one caress from the hue
One wing, one soaring to the blue
One giggle, one chuckling of the rain
One future, one budding of the brain
One day, the young will find their voice when we give ours
the morrow will look its best when they get the hours
One goal, one laughter from the lore
One flow, one swansong from the shore