There came to our country
Freedom at last in the seven and forty.
Forty years after with fun
For freedom we all ran.
Did we find that freedom
For which we ran so random?
Had we not searched for it
Alice-like in our wonderland that?
We did really run more for that,
Yet still more we have to run for it!
Not that ease the freedom is
Like the fish we catch with ease!
Freedom always flies fast
Before all our acts last!