Written by: Ely Ayson

A new hope arose
To save us from woes
Bad one was gone
No laments, none
It's time to be up on our toes.

He has so much to do
Clean up muck, dirt, poo
That the bad left behind 
When they robbed the poor blind
Gotta start, no ado.

So we're cheering him on
And pray the job gets done
But our cheering falls short 
If we don't give support
Till the battle is won.