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
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