Deep within the jungle
Where no missionary dared to tread
Part of my great-grandmother's finger lost
To calm the cannibal king
No girl child could be the family's firstborn
So in the night they fled
The fire chariot, it's all set,
It whistles and off we go,
Rushing over the road of iron
And it will proudly show to our neighbours
That now, we have also found our way
To the great league of nations.