Rejoice, oh Filipinos, for our valiant fourth!
A breath from bronze, a sigh from gold’s sweet worth.
Why covet crowns when fourth is near divine?
We hail our beauty queens at ten, and here, we shine!

A lifetime spent in sweat, in toil, in pain,
To almost stand where victors take their reign.
First runner-up to those who just outdid,
Our fourth is like a throne—if slightly slid.

So raise your flags for almost touching fame,
For nearly grasping sports’ eternal flame.
To land just shy of glory’s grandest gate—
A medal-less, yet mighty, wondrous fate!