In the heart of Noni, where the soil sings sweet,
A mighty oak stands tall, his roots deep and neat.
Mr. Elias Bole, a man of noble might,
A fusion of 99 men, in one radiant light.
His character, a tapestry, woven with golden thread,
Unmatched amongst his peers, a true leader ahead.
With a heart of gold, and a spirit so bright,
He shines like a star, on a celestial night.
His wisdom, a treasure trove, gathered with age,
A sage, a mentor, with a gentle, guiding stage.
His laughter, contagious, a joyous, ringing sound,
Infecting all around, with happiness unbound.
His strength, a fortress, unshakeable and true,
A rock, a shelter, for me and for you.
His kindness, a garden, blooming with love,
Nourishing all, sent from above.
In a world of many, he stands apart,
A gem, a treasure, within his heart.
His legacy, a testament, to his noble name,
Forever etched, in the annals of fame.
Oh, Mr. Elias Bole, a man of distinction rare,
A masterpiece, crafted with love and care.
You are the son of the soil, of Noni's earthy beat,
A symphony, that echoes, your noble feet.
May your life be long, your spirit forever bright,
A shining star, that guides us through life's plight.
We celebrate you, dear father, our hero true,
A man of 99 men, in one, extraordinary you!
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