Through a fortunate turn of events, this original transcription has been acquired of a dissertation given by the late Professor Charles Pamplemousse R.C.B. at the Eighteenth Assembly of the Heirs of the Politzanian Empire.
Professor Pamplemousse was a distinguished anthropologist of his time whom many believed to be the world's leading authority on the subject of extinct civilizations.
The program concludes with the singing of "The Politzanian National Anthem."
As facts are few and far between hypothesis denies all logic as to what precisely, er, led to her demise. For what appears sheer grandiosity, no legacy remains except her crumbling ruins on which these words were found engraved:
Politzania Politzania Long live Politzania Politzania Politzania God save Politzania
Now these ancient Politzanians as far as archeologists have traced had most thoroughly convinced themselves they were a superior race. Quite a ridiculous notion, granted, however if we assume her sister rivals rose to quell such monstrous claims, I most humbly submit her unpleasant end is satisfactorily explained.
Politzania Politzania Long live Politzania Politzania Politzania God save Politzania
Those citizens who questioned, those suspect harborers of doubt, were brought before a panel of the Ministry of Health. They were tested and encephalographed 'Til rendered quite insane When in accordance with the laws They reprocessed their brains They reprocessed their brains ha ha ha ha They reprocessed their brains
The Politzanian National Anthem
Politzania, brave strong and true Politzania, we all love you We'll smite our foes for we are right And God is on our side
Politzania, red, white and green Politzania, reigning supreme Victors in war Champions of peace Unto eternity
Everybody now La la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la la la la la la la la la la la La la la la La la la la la la We're the masters of the world