In the heart of verdant Kapis land, Where whispers of the past still stand, Lola Teresita, grace aglow, A living tale of long ago. In youthful days, a binukot rare, Shielded from the world with care, Her feet untouched by soil or stone, In hidden realms, she lived alone. At eighty-eight, her eyes still gleam, With memories of a river's stream, The songs that drifted through the air, The gentle hands that plaited hair. Oh, Lola of the distant time, Your life a dance, a sacred rhyme, In stories told and legends spun, The spirit of the binukot won. Through you, the echoes softly sing, Of heritage that takes to wing, A timeless tale, so deeply spun, As rivers flow, your legacy runs.