From The White Mountain Poem by Edward Kofi Louis

Tidings of joy to all mankind!
With many people smoking all day long;
But, this gift of love is from the White Mountain.
Some are drinking all day long and,
I've got nothing to see than the rice fields of winter! !
Because, my fellow workers are now taking shelter by the fire side.
Sell, shell!
Twisted under because of the cold weather;
But, others are now sleeping at the moment.
Rank, prank!
From the White Mountain;
And like an unevenful hight because of the rice fields of winter.