Hail Stingray!

 In the halls of the Stingray Regime,

A greeting resonates, a heartfelt scheme.

"Hail Stingray!" they cry, with arms held high,

A symbol of unity, strength in the sky.

With fists balled tight, their right arms they raise,

A gesture of honor, a ritual ablaze.

As two souls meet, their spirits aligned,

They strike their arms, a bond redefined.

The sound of impact, a resounding beat,

Echoes of camaraderie, reverberating heat.

Solidarity forged in the clash of their might,

A symbol of loyalty, shining so bright.

"Hail Stingray!" they proclaim with pride,

A salute to the Regime, side by side.

United they stand, as one cohesive whole,

Bound by their purpose, a resolute goal.

In this sacred greeting, a brotherhood's bond,

A testament to the values they correspond.

Each strike of their fists, a symbol profound,

Of their devotion, in unity they are crowned.

Through trials and triumphs, together they stride,

With "Hail Stingray!" their spirits abide.

In this gesture, a legacy they portray,

As they honor the Regime, day by day.