Children of the Lotus we,
Of the sunshine in the sky,
Our own labours sure must be:
What shall lift our lives on high.
Lo! Our School is like a shrine,
Where the soul of knowledge prays,
Here we seek the spark divine,
That shall light us all our days.
We shall blossom like a flower,
We shall grow up like a tree,
Till our hands have gained the power
That shall mould our lot to be.
We shall feed our school with trust,
Teach our hearts to understand,
We shall do the things we must,
For the glory of the land.