When April showers shower
And May flowers flower
I shall go home
To the hills of Eglomè
Its Green Hills, the
Rolling lazily with Green
Of Glories past
Deck the picturesque landscape
As it Rolls into the clear blue sea
A blue abode of life
Schools of fish
Dart playfully among corals
Its thin, glossy fins sweeping the plants
Gracefully, one can see
The dolphins,
Happily gliding through waters
Of turquoise, here is Eglomè
My home, where the sun
Paints the sky of blue
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