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Alhaji, that ram is not for you alone!
I’m watching you, waiting!
Don’t let me change my pleading tone!
I saw Musa and Rahman last night
They were not alone:
A pair of horns struggled in the moon light.
So when the bleating ceases in your yard
And Hajiya’s cooking strides the air,
Enzymes would bleat inside a hungry bard!
Don’t be the man that had no shoes:
He shows us the money,
We smile, but he puts it selfish use!