In fields of letters, where words do bloom,
Lies a language, in beauty it looms.
From Shakespeare’s quill to modern prose,
English, your charm forever grows.
Whispers of history in every phrase,
Chronicles of time in your embrace.
Poetry and prose in perfect blend,
A tale of ages, you transcend.
Your melody, a song of old,
Through stories told and retold.
In every accent, voice, and tone,
Your spirit is timelessly sown.
From dawn of day to twilight’s end,
English, you are a loyal friend.
In every heart, in every mind,
A universal bond, we find.