Botswana Tim, born amongst dust, laid upon thorn,
Delta blue skies reflect in your eyes,
Look far bush baby, reach Maun´s dawn,
Dusty tear upon chubby cheek before drought dies.
You played many an era upon swampy green shore,
I love you bush brother, as you love marula wild,
Look no further Botswana Tim, there is no more,
You´re now a bush-man, not a dusty little child.
Your life Ngami, your tears Thamalakane deep,
I see you bronze dust face, your old felt hat,
Forever with the lion walk, forever beneath mimosa
sleep,
Botswana Tim. May Maun be forever your welcome mat.
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