Ukulele wanderers
Power to the players!The Bard's of our land,
who travel the country,
from city to sand.
Calloused feet, worn strings,
With a plink at each chord,
Their words with more power
Than a bow, shield or sword.
Entertainers and preachers.
Performers for view
No instrument more versatile,
Than the little old "U"
Despite any hardships,
Our people still stand,
Power to the Players!
The happiest in the land.
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