The Pro-Unitate stars

Hail the great men of ninety four
Though some indeed were quite a bore!
T'was in sunny June of that year
In Kwali, the village we used to share
We parted ways and scattered afar
To seek fortune, to fame and to star.

It's been a number of years since
Oh! That thought makes me wince
For it seems just like yesteday
We made haste night and day
Not knowing what the future held
Studying, while on dreams we dwelled.

Now some call foreign lands home
Others, our country they still roam
Familiar to a few, are the cries of babies
While many still check out the ladies
Childhood behind, we welcome our thirties
Hardworking still, we roll up our shirt sleeves!

We look to our future in hope
For our dreams shall not elope
Our future is bright; class of nintey four
Great things you shall attain and much more
Wherever you are, no matter how far
You shall be known as the Pro-Unitate stars!