Ask by the foot of Langbodo
In the sheds of eerie bushbaby
Where the mosquitoe twitches
Haphazardly it's legs at the sound of the bembe

Ask of Akara-Ogun, the compound of shells
Nd they will tell you of a thousand powdered
Gourdlets, six hundred amulet , sixty incubi
And the legends of the forest of a thousand daemons

Sit by the entrance of Oyo-ile
Ask of the tales of Olurombi
The young maidens will tell you of "Aponbepore"
Who went and never was never seen

Call the sons of "Ayangalu"
Let them pick the "Iya-ilu"
Let the "Iya-ilu" sing of Moremi Ajasoro
Ile-ife would surely revere at her Savior's call

Call "Alakowe" let him read from his books
the chronicles of "Adigbonranku" the son of "Agbako"
The one we gave a white flowing "Agbada" But
chooses to sweep our joy with the blade of his "Agbada"

He will tell you of how the "Akuko" failed to crow
at the sun's rise: how the rat spoke the language of birds
He will tell of how we had filled our "sokoto" with stones
Waiting for him in the market place but alas the stones
were too heavy For our malnourished hands.

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