Who Buys,Who Sells
Heck they move,the busy market murmured
Down they went to the Pub sell,
In with spontaneous drive look they;
Who buy,who sell the the market Cries,
For with no hook it quit like of hermit-crab,
At noon it is seen crying,in ecstasy did yell
Like of SHAWORO(A Yoruba:name for noise making chain)
And alligator pepper.
Yelling here and there,with no time come calm,
the sky turns dark,
Days goes by and by,yelling by and by when
With no discrepancy,who buys,who sells it cries,
Moving by the railway,seat some in a hut
Watching who may obtain.
Merchandise is your concern,
Murmuring all day:with no sense to shadow the
The moon that glitters,day after day
Shine moon,shine!!and shine;
For the market is quiet as ever.