One day in the street of rod-Rome,
There we were dining with Rome,
Although we were few but unite,
As if that's all Rome can ignite;

In the city of Rome, lies Rome,
The prince of Rome is called Rome,
he lives by the street called rod-Rome,
His palace is called the tome;

Gathering at Rome, hooks us to Rome,
For only within can one think of Home,
Since all that will be for us is at Home,
So we cannot do but to think of home;

love of Home disperse us from Rome;
As we cannot do without our Home,
Although dining with Rome had made us insane;
for we cannot think straight in his reign;

Yet we think the joy of Rome can't but abide,
But deep within us;our home must abide,
Things given by Rome can only be for Home,
So must we have our home to build our dome.