Every birth drives through deep uneasiness,
Yet laughter cools pain of childbirth so gay.
There is no pattern to true happiness!
How smiles celebrate the womb's emptiness,
Simplify the joy heart awaits all day...
Every birth drives through deep uneasiness.
Happy birthday, dear sir in lousiness,
From my bottomless heart- sparks bright hooray!
There is no pattern to true happiness.
More of you to long healthy liveliness...
I wish you keep smiling all day that way,
Every birth drives through deep uneasiness.
God granted you your life partner's venus-
Love so true to bless your special display,
There is no pattern to true happiness!
Everlasting joy drives home coziness-
Where troubles won't be fit to block its way.
Every birth drives through deep uneasiness,
There is no pattern to true happiness.
I was born here;
Here I had my first thirst of milk,
Here I had the first knock on my head,
Mother kissed me here and sucked out
The mucus from my nose here with out
Inviting a second eyes to see my dirtiness.
I had my first love here under this Ugba tree;
He cuddled my breast and thrust them into his bosom
Here under this Ugba tree,
I had my first love!
I had my first love here!!
I had my first kiss here,
To those little ones who died before me, nature has its choice to make.
To those little ones that didn't see love; love came to me at two.
You rousy beam of haggered lousiness,
Belittle me not in here;
For I'm now a bigun in the southern necropolis.
Me and I was against the western,
For we want no cucumber to grow on our belly,
And yam with yam tubers from our anus.
We want no worm to disturb our peaceful sleep.
Our ears should forever listen to the
tone of Barokar!
Indistinct clatter from afar,
When the air whirl and talk like humans.
When we gossip with the loneliness of then,
And our breathe plays in the three times two feet of the silent den.
Here me and I had our first love under that Ugba tree.
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