It fed the heroes of today
With great pleasure and sweetness
It looked great under the tight trials
And giantlike before the mirrors of toddlers

Teachers of today enjoyed it's sweet liquor
Pastors and even leaders of the earth
The big rounded nipples defined our great great heroines

We stair to share the happiness
For the lofty of our hope lied beneath Their hard moments
Each day not worrying of  the 4kg engine on their shoulders
Guarding millions of skeptical brains of today
Respect be thy power and quondam union

Their cries were the blessings of today
Their daily struggles confused our childish minds and seemed less fortunate
The earth swallowed the beautiful flowers of today
Regret and sorrow fed our ignorance
Thanks to our Caring torpedoes