The Uncrowned king
I marvel at your magic
The magic of being
My mentor My Second father
My teacher, My critic, friend
Thousands of old and Young Royalists,
Along with past principals
No doubt sing your glory
With a phrase above
You were not a king - "But a father to many"
LDH, CTM, Suriarachchi, kumarasinghe
Gomes and the youngest being Gunesekaras
And kept them in "double trust"
In you "pendant nest"
You our father bird, sat on a pedestal gold
Yet did not command
But sheltered us from the gales
From the scorching sun
"Rough winds could not shake the darling bids of May"
The metal in you did it all
"Never too late to make a wrong right"
"Never forget you were a school boy or a school girl"
You said much more
"Justice verity, temperance, bounty, mercy, lowliness
Devotion patience, courage fortitude
Many a king becoming graces"
The greatest being able to change with times
The only signature cast with an ink pen
In this electronic age,
Can make a man
You never wore the "loose robes"
And were guided by
"The modest wisdom plucked you
From over credulous haste
"I shall not compare thee to a summers's day
Thou art more lovely and more temperate"
Thy eternal summer will
Light up Royal
From heaven above !