In our city was a great assembly
Mess and chaos as we can see
There was a leader and his flock
All he did was pray and talk
Came a time his flock dispersed
In disarray, his bubble burst
He sent his point man, the prospector
To go and herd them back together
Then the elder wise man set a test
To face the rest and come out best
The test was held but the doubts weren’t quelled
The citizens’ misgivings weren’t dispelled
They were angry and they were sad
They realized that they’d been had
But there was more; it came to be known
That the leader had favoured his own
He was told to step down and leave the field
But he stood his ground and refused to yield
The naatak’s not over, not by a long way
There’s many an act and a scene still to play
