Delight of the Drummer Boy

"...Maybe they would allow me to dance, perhaps they would leave me to dance; let me ask the landlords, If they would permit me to dance.." Forty horsepower! Sixty horsepower!! The horses can keep their power; Yeye Asiwaju's power is sufficient. Who would not be amazed? Half a century of cultural dance: Dangling head like a pruning pigeon, Winding waist like a spider its web, Throwing hands and legs like javelin, Rock-still, yet rotating like a rolling coin; Your magic baffles me. Delight of drummer boy, If I may ask, tell me: Which nut bolts your bones? Which hinges are on your joints? Which spring bounces you? What makes your bone unhollow? Your antics like a parachute: You can fold, you can unfold, You can swerve, you can still: You can puff up, you can sag down. The day you became flame Before the high and the lowly Behold kings and queens Craning out their necks on toes To have a glimpse of the cone 'Dola, 'Dola rent the air. Sure, it is now rhetoric; It is now superfluous to ask: Who can dance for the king And his crown will fall?