In Olympic fields, gold shines bright,
Filipino pride takes flight.
With medals won by foreign hand,
We trace the roots across the land.

From great-grandparents, through the years,
To cousins’ tales that bring us cheers.
“His nanny’s Filipino!” we shout,
In tangled branches, there’s no doubt.

We claim the blood, a drop or two,
To make our pride resplendently true.
With childhood friends and distant kin,
We race to find the Filipino within.

Siblings, cousins, playmates, all,
In this grand search, we stand tall.
For any ounce of Pinoy pride,
In victory’s shadow, we abide.

Oh, how we stretch the family tree,
To bask in shared glory, wild and free.
From nanny’s tale to parents’ past,
Filipino pride will ever last.