My mistress is a city in the sun
She used to shine on miners, seeking gold
But gold was just the way that she’d begun
To Renovate her land to young from old
The old is just her history, gone past
It’s made her who she is, still bright today
She seeks for Renovations that will last
Not all her gold will change; not all will stay
The young who know my mistress know she cares
She cares for youth who Renovate her soul
She’s strong enough to sort her wheat from tares
But strength of youth is not her only goal
The biggest little city in the world
She welcomes all, with old and new unfurled.