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We spent our days down by shore
Wading out in the placid seas
Or jumping waves that seemed to roar
Rolling in on a warm sweet breeze
The castles built when we were young
Bedecked with shells and seaweed strands
Small starfish from the waves were flung
We crowned our fort with starfish bands
The jelly tots and ice cream cones
Candy floss and sherbet lolly
Collecting pure white cuttle bones
Carrying home for pretty Polly
I sit here on this silent shore
In bitter wind from out the west
I grieve my friend you are no more
But memories echo…
you were the best
Oh!
Nigeria..
A
loving
country.
Good
people,
great
Nation.
Blessed
with
natural
resources.
Oh
brother,
Give
me
a
feather-
pen
to
write
with,
a
paper
clean
and
shining
to
fill
up
full
with
rhymes,
with
good
ink
from
the
cuttle
fish
to
write
it
bright
and
readable,
And
you
keep
your
eyes
awake
to
read
about
my
country
NIGERIA.
And
as
you
go,
Take
care
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