With policies of the bluest hue,
You’ve imprinted your mark upon our age,
And now, I find myself likening you
To a caterpillar at pupa stage;
A chrysalis in hibernation state,
Watched and attended to with loving care,
And I’m wondering, what will be your fate?
Are radical changes going on there?
I say, with the deepest sincerity,
I hope you’ll burst from your hapless cocoon,
A picture of health and vitality,
And with brand new wings you’ll fly away soon,
Leaving a vacancy there in your stead,
For an admiral, of the deepest red.