“We Want to Shake Your Hand . . .”

We want to shake your hand.
We want to shake your hand.

And we, shall think of something.
Like using a bag upon the hand.
And we, shall come up with something.
Of this, I do understand.

We want to shake your hand.
We want to shake your hand.

And we, shall stop at nothing.
We’ve drawn a line in the sand.
And Masonry shall get matters,
well simply back in hand.

We want to shake your hand.
We want to shake your hand.

Until then, we sit doing nothing.
Waiting for the cure to be on hand.
Until then, lodge sits empty and idle
by Royal Decree and Command!

We want to shake your hand.
We want to shake your hand.