flute,
Serenity ceases and us it pleases,
Tap a feet and merry with it a jolly booty,
Everybody beseech tingly melody.
Tune a cadence let it respect our atmosphere,
And sonor a music with rarest tinge,
Chime a tune thin with yuletide's spree,
Of tones of joy and merry wishes.
I'm an african, hence bows as gan gan
speaks,
Claddings rhymes under event's melody,
Wistful spurts as speakers' flares let be,
The african sways, lovely dances spree.
So worry not, i'm akin to yoruba's
servitude,
To the lord of headties and attire's unison,
So worry not, i've got my aso ebi,
As i tap a feet and merry with it a jolly
booty,
Iya ibeji sways with me brilliantly.
Don't look us from afar please,
Dance with me to this african beat.