Rising with the rising
Sun you saw a surface
Upon the surface you saw a the smoke
Upon the smoke you saw many surrender
Surfing slowly on the sea surface
Surrounded by sharks and vigorous
Wave and waving not adieu, though it be
Wavy, the stone’s strong in the ribs.
Upon the Everest, you crawled
Upon Kilimanjaro, you crawled
Across Pacific you swum
Across Atlantic you swum
And the blew was nippy
And the fluid was nippy
But they could not cause odd
But they could not hold back
Grew weary in the golf course
Grew weary in the pitch
Against all odds, against all heaviness
And now is the blue ribbon raised
All hail the Liege…
All hail the Liege…
All hail the Liege…