Kaaro, eyin omo oba
Good morning, little cubs of the royal Pride.

It's your loyal parrot reporting here again.
Your loyal Bashorun who circles the skies and looks upon various realms.
Over the realms of the spirit, God gives him the strength to glide.
Over the realms of the physical, God gives him the power to survey.
Over the realm of social media, God provides him the data to check.

Nle o, omo oba
Sometimes, I see you straying a bit far from the pride of your father
Tempted by the seemingly big buffaloes of sin.

Sometimes, I see your little puffed up self walking into the hyena territories.
Moments when you discarded your fellow cubs and ignore the express commands of your dear father, the king.

Sometimes, I see you struggling in the hunt.
Trying fruitlessly to capture the numerous gazelles of opportunities that abound closeby.
Then you weep and utter your tiny roar which the gazelles mock while attempting to kick you in the head.

Omo oba gbera dide!
Go home to tell daddy about your struggles.
After all, what good is there if you keep crying here by the pool of Bethesda.

Go home and carry daddy along for the hunt.
Let's see if those gazelles will have the temerity to laugh when they hear Daddy's roar.

Go home and let daddy groom you for kingdom takeovers.
For He has pulled numerous successful invasions just with the sound of his roar.

Omo oba, I can tell you this for free.
Baa re, your daddy sent me to deliver this message.

Oya ma pada lo le.
Start returning home dear one

Ile laabo isinmi oko.
Home is the place of rest from the rigors of work
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