The 7th King of Nigeria

O Hail the King That lies along the ring Beside the bank of Niger Mauling fishes like an Ocean scavenger Lo, he knoweth not That if a man wants rot Before fall cometh pride Pride; when on a high horse we ride Aye, the fishes are with the voice of men Crying & Wailing like a Babylonian convict on his way to the den And our king felt it fun Hence, the mauling goes on But his hands killeth men Our king knoweth not then No aide would talk Dare one, on his body shall it feed on; Hawk Behold, the lord of war won't stop He kindle the furnace of hell with their fleshes But the men can take it no more Now, an alternative they seek Enough of yawning and folding of arms The sickle is coming to their heads This, they can't take They seek the weakness in the king's prowess The Apple of an alien prostitute A bite is enough to kill a wild bear But our king ate much in the company of a beer