As it is seen!
In the civilised world;
Out by then,
For the raining season.
Farming!
Learning;
Livelihood,
Leg, legitimate!
To come in terms,
With the muse of the land;
The first of its kind!
With the muse of a tribe;
Urhobo, Ur, our, hob, rob!
However, life must still go on.
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