Born form the dark tunnel of poison;
Eventually merged into the woods;
Ever since, I had been groping;
Round and round in the woods;
Alas, I met hordes of 4Runners;
I joined in their struggling;
In darkness and day-light;
In sun or rainfall;
In cold or heat;
In hunger and thirst;
Our hearts heavy with dreads;
A Tiger growled;
Everybody scurried to hide;
I heard a shrieking cry!
Lo, a young man in pool of his
blood;
The man died!
The Tiger growled again;
In joy and ecstasy;
Because, ain’t no one!
No one dare to attempt to tame it.
Hail Fashola! Hail him!
Our excellence Governor;
In Tiger’s clothe
====deola mcaguns
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