Oh rise, great mountains, rise and sing,Of the legend known as

Oh rise, great mountains, rise and sing, Of the legend known as Tao Tao Ping. A man whose heart outshone the sun, Whose story’s only just begun. He walked the path where brave men try, And whispered truths beneath the sky: “Those who try never die,” he’d say, Guiding souls along their way. He taught the youth to lift their eyes, For dreams are born where eagles rise: “If you look up to sky, you may just fly,” He called to all who dared to try. And when their feet remained on ground, His roaring wisdom shook the town: “If you ain’t flying, you ain’t trying,” A call that set their spirits rising. He watched the kites dance with the breeze, And spoke in riddles meant to tease: “The one who flies the kite may be the one who bites,” A mystery of days and nights. He warned the fast, the rash, the blurry: “If you're always in a hurry, You might be the one who's buried,” So move with care, not fear or worry. To workers worn and spirits led, He shared a truth inside his head: “The ones who dread may be the ones with bread,” So rise with strength, not sinking dread. And when the village heard strange sound, His humor shook the valley ground: “The ones who sybau, might be the ones who meow,” The people laugh remembering now. And merchants knew his sacred song, A chant that echoed loud and strong: “If it don’t ching, it don’t chong,” A rule for right and rule for wrong. But last he stood before the ring, Where challengers faced Tao Tao Ping. He raised his voice, the final saying— A quote all feared, yet crowds kept praying: “Anyone who opposes Tao Tao Ping Not get the ding ding ding.”