Buhari: a Song of Praise

Thou has been our saviour, Though we've been bewitched by different savours. That emanate from thy armpit, Pulling along with it,our infamous wits. The product of your skilfulness, Had stirred in us readiness. To war against food stupor, Even if indirectly we're tasked by the law. Like the yellow sherbet ball, That gives untamed attention to the winter's call. The seat on which you abode, Bear to us variant valuables we can't afford. And the ignonimous status of your delivery, Heartily give our thoughts laundry. Many says: 'His ways and heart are hardened', But never mind: 'Omi po ju oka lo ni'. They often remonstrate on your health, But they know not that it brings death to our dearth. Sa wo!,iwo erin sa ni wo ti n fon, Keep blowing till their no more chance for fun. c.2017