King of Rings

The new king is like a beautiful damsel on her wedding day Whereby her uttermost joy came from the ring: a seal of authority With a bright “Akoko” and the crown that makes him loyal to the royal On the day of coronation, townspeople trodden in twos and threes With continuous crossing cavalcades at the down town Whereas the sounding “samba”tripani and percussion tom-tom are all talking alongside the talking drum Giving the dancer troupe at the dance floor a direction of dance No one can question His authority The god of our father in proxy And at the mention of his name, all heads bow, men and women lies prostrate – kabiyesi oooooooooooooooooo Long may you reign With the royal crown on your head And the royal shoe on your feet In your reign: birds will sing and not crow Cock will crow and not sing