Happy joyous new month
For it's detty December
Don't play petty because of fetti
Put on your dancing shoes
Let's make history
Glory to our maker, is a month of victory
Love is the rhythm of the season.
It's the final month of the year
But another era
Boys dey para for the naira
Because no money no merriment
This festive season
Steadily reasoning how to cash out
Because money answers all things.
Let's embrace
The quiet beauty of the season
By appreciating the natural wonders
That surrounds and nurtures us
Seasons come and go
It's either it structure or torture you
It depends on your vibration.
Wishing you all a lovely detty December!
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