Don't cry my child, Here!, dry your eye,
our King will build so we can't die,
A Space-War shield called SDI,
When Eagles swim and Codfish fly!

The sick and old we'll hide no more,
We'll scrap our guns to feed the poor,
Love all mankind and Peace restore
When Lions sing and Robins roar!

Our coward's shame, their weakness spurn,
We build more bombs to sadly learn,
That it's not Peace those weapons earn,
When mountains melt and rivers burn!

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