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