Crazy Trucker Poem by Haruna Garba

Goldie, Goldie, oh Goldie!
Once a jungleman, now townsman
Now everything about him is CITY
Reminisce thee well oh Goldie
That the jungle is thine
And the truck belongs to thee
So the cops shoudn't bother you

The highway is none of his business
Must then be an exempt to the law
Half carriage, half caterpillar
So constructed is Goldie's truck
Half coach, half caterpillar
Stuff for haulage through the woods
Goldie, Goldie, oh Goldie!
Half coach, half caterpillar
Is as the farers are happily hauled
Aboard craft with nose not so fussy
Through quagmire, through woods
This craft is immune to the law

Goldie enacts laws to his suit
For haulage, praise be to giraffe
For hulking, praise also be to him
Goldie, Goldie, oh Goldie!
For coping with the jungles
For avoidng the highways
Praise be to Goldie dear

The money is his
So is the iron lump
So are the jungles
And so are the wood routes
The Fuzz haven't got a say