The Old man will
struggle on
The needs of the nation
he has sacrifice
He will live to see
his efforts bear fruits
The good doctor
will know his medicines
The rabbit groups
want it fast
They can’t wait for
the durians to fall
They want to eat
the fruits now
But they hang
around under the durian trees
And they keep
complaining
They keep shaking
the durian trees
They still make
their noises heard
They are the rabbit
groups in hurry
Let the Old Man
find his rhythm
He is an old hand
in guiding the nation
Though now he has one-
year experience ministers
Everything isn’t
lost running ahead for tomorrow
Within 2 or 3 years
we will see
The fruits will be
ripe and begin to smell
The aroma will
carry the tasks ahead
It will flow into
its rhythm
Let the Old Man
finish his task
He is the man for
the job to clean it up
The experience
prime minister returns
A second stint to
get his tasks done
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