Let the gods shine smile on me The sky is a poet''s page, And I, the long waited writer.


    My hands fashion words,


    The tongue of the poet lingers to talk.


    Ajala, you moulder of heads,


    Mould me another head to this which I carry,


    It''s not your neck that will carry the load,


    Perhaps you should add more strength to my neck too.


    Oh, I forgot your speciality


    You only mould head not neck


    In the head I request of,


    Put lullaby and lyrics,


    So as to ease my sport for women Ajala, see me not as a ladies'' man.


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