Oiroegbu Halls

:: Oke Iroegbu's Halls' :: I want to be a sword Give me a brass-smith Mold me please... Mold me I want to be a fish Freedom of those depths In the last frontiers of the Earth I want to be a fruit Come taste my puddings Just bring a spoon- no bowel I want to be a pen Drawin pictures that lives in my mind Creatin stories of Oiroegbu Halls I want to be yur ... Pulling yur hair all day Waitin for yu to wake up in the mornins I really want to be a story In like the Arabian nights Of bravery and of determination I want to be a nutmeg Makin yu cough all day*lol* Laughin at yur red face*tongue*