that pedestrian tale

 that pedestrian tale  each must relate

contains all our history bitter and sweet

different in mode but yet when we meet

fervour with passion the facts do not grate

no one can keep us from holding our state

at the due moment still glory is fleet

as moment of sunrise and never complete

as we all learn when we find out our fate

truth is the monster that howls in the gale

obscenely yelling the words we deny

yet when we reach the far end of the tale

we still prefer it to the soothing lie

since in the end all the remedies fail

and the last word all must say is goodbye