Alluring in nature,
Appalling in culture,
Vast in knowledge,
What a rare privilege!

Rapid in growth,
Seem to have kept to that oath,
An island for cultures,
And food for vultures.

The leg that walk us home
Forgot our treasures in Rome,
The second chance that
Begins at the third,
Rose again from mud.

A place away not beyond,
Proud to be called home,
Now there seems to be a lot to go,
My country,
So we cross the boundary.