The Hare And The Agama Lizard Poem by Tony Adah

The hare and agama
Were two good friends
But the hare was lazy and slyly
In one season
When farm yield was generally
Poor and his little farm
Could give him only a few tiny yams
Infected with ants
The agama became infested
With a parasite that preyed
On his yams.

He was perturbed
By the dwindling number of yams
In the long throat
Of his slovenly friend
One day he called his friend
And told him that they can't continue
To eat the yams without planting
For the next season
Very well said, the hare retorted.

The hare never love to starve himself
So he crafted a scheme
That hoodwinked his friend
And satisfied himself
My dear friend, he said to agama
We have to invent a way
To create a good yield
Instead of these tiny yams
And to do this we will have
To make a porridge
Of the remaining yams
Wrap them in green leaves
And plant them into the mounds
The gullible agama bought
His idea and did exactly as proposed.

When the yams had been planted
The tricky hare went every day
To take his fill
It worried the agama
That his yams were not sprouting
But he had all the encouragement
And hope from his friend
That the farm will soon begin to blossom.

When the agama couldn't hold it again
He woke up with the lark one day
And went to his friend
Who was busy warming
The porridge he had harvested
From his friend's farm
It was boiling hot
And he lured the agama
To have a taste of of it
From his own hand as he fed him
Then it burnt the agama's throat
That he never spoke again
And that is why agama to date
Nods his head!