Drowsy and contented, Thais/now are on the wild uprise/When I lived there long ago/they took things so calm and slow/Orchids and a bowl of rice/was to them sweet paradise/Now they demonstrate in streets/with the rage of young afreets/Royalty no longer means/much more than a hill of beans/They are tired of their bosses/who talk big to cover losses/They are not afraid of jails/and if their revolution fails/they will try again no doubt/to make their overlords get out.
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