Chief Olowo
MR president of his country
The governor of his county
All coming to see the celebrity
For morrow he celebrates his day
Cows are tied down to the pole
Foods and drinks lined in a row
His friends home and in Rome
All called to be part of the show
But before the cock could crow
Chief OLOWO has been laid low
His eye, closed down they can’t glow
His mouth, shots up it can’t flow
His hands, lifeless they can’t blow
His legs, dormant they can’t stroll
He has flew off like a bird suddenly
And flown away like a river abruptly
The cows
The drinks
And the foods
Were used for his funeral
Alas!
Life sometimes could be doleful
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