A passerine bird,
One of the smallest of sizes,
With a beak almost minute.
On its beak you can count many;
It's snowing here in the north pole.
Snowing in the thicket, snowing in the streets.
Our roofs and chimneys, subdued in its heap.
Our doors are clung to the walls
Who is this Malaysian boy?
His style is dashing,
His eyes are beckoning.
He is the eastern boy from Nnewi,
Nwobi is stoic but shaken by troubles,
Akanji is strong-willed but engulfed in his fears,
Maikudiis focused but allied by foes,
N'jobu is Herculean but drifted by falsehood,
It is May Day, today.
A day in the month of May.
A day set aside for the illustrious
men and women of the world.