O'er the wounded Body State
Fast tears pour for Pity's sake
Call all hands, help stem the tide
From false tears the Flood shall rise!
Consurget eluvio
Simulacro lacrimae
Bogorad King Crocodile
Did the loyal host beguile
Snowmen vanished 'ere they quick
Leaving only carrots and sticks
Consurget eluvio
Simulacro lacrimae
Good Sir John with the wind doth ride
Casting seeds of wisdom far & wide!
Now he lies 'neath the withering vale
A holy relic at the State Garage Sale
Manifest, lest it be so,
A Song of Deeds from thy sorrow
And with sunlight this small seed
Can become the mightiest tree
