Adunni, Though Aseda had made you the blazzing dah-ha Among the forest of Zambia, Yet you can lose your blazing in a mo And become a garden of tare. The shimmering black paint on your pot becomes a pale If leave in the burning afternoon son, The beauty of your pot Will now become a tale for the unworthy porters to tell ©shikemi
Adunni, Who will be your mender If amidst other pots yours is broken ? Then, it becomes the laughing stock Before the useless mender, As your saga becomes anthem For the farther whose brain had gone gaga. ©wunmi
It affects the lily when the flood Full beyond the bank, And unpleasant will prove to be pleasant, Beware IKOKO AKUFO spoils it fame amidst other pots. ©teapea
Adunni, As the abblution of cat Is to cart the cat-fish. And what shall be the lust of the stock keeper If the pot which once produces fragrance Now echoes unpleasant smell. ©wunmi.
Adunni, You are in the mid of blue sea Set your iris to see So you could know the point of sail For the mid is deep, full of hungry whales. ©Shikemi.

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