The strong man of Africa stampeded all
Trampling up and down the famished jungle
With threatening feet of arrogance
Striking fear across several clans
He beat his chest with his big palm
Scaring all to hide in dark corners
The strong man of Africa
He pulled a poor poplar off from its roots
Flung it on the famished dusty ground
And shouted in pomp and pride
Do you know who I am?
Little African
sunbird perched
On a small breezy branch
It flapped its wings this way and that way
Looked down at the rising dust and sang
Mister Dust! Mister Dust! Mister Dust!
Copyright: Dumbiri Frank Eboh
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