Apotheosis

Forged by a love of chutney

In the fire of all inclusive fetes

We doh care bout nobody

Once we belly full and we throat wet.

Side by side we stand

Until we spot a bumsee

Society like an all-inclusive band

Is only cutters and wine for we

Here every beat and pace

Doh find an equal place

So let Mr Fete

Wet we nation

Here every beat and pace

Does make we move we waist

So let Mr Fete

Rule we nation.