Let ye know God is good
For He gives me food
Even if I fetch homes-of-wood
I still stand out in my hood

Please don’t get rude
When you correct ye dude
You need not to stand on a stood
To define ye mood

Oh! Palm wine tapper
You sing best like a rapper
Yet, you earn no dollar
Just a mere tree warmer


I sight thee the clouds
Swimming along with proud
As ye passes the sun
Without melting before dawn

Run run run ye birds
Fly not high ye snakes
For the jungle may shake
Whilst the sands trek

Author Kelly Juuz is a writer at The Pace News