When Saturday comes and goes
And the gardens smile on the coasts
May dozens of goodness flood your sky
For God sends His angels to come and spy
And refresh all hearts to evergreen
To keep our walk with Him ever brim
Relax among the candles of happiness
Under the auspices of great calmliness
Around-the-clock your firmaments be fair
Stirred and spiced in the similitude of a funfair
And sack the sad ravens to take a kiwi-flight away
To keep your life glorious and hilarious always
