Herdsman's Greed Poem by Haruna Garba

Dear herdsman master
Dear carrier of his staff
While you steer us around
Remember our favorite-
Sweet buffalo thorn fruits

Smack silly the little thorny tree
Let the fruits smear its foot
Oh, not like you do now
doing it only when we are away
we the bleating, rain hating goats.
Strike silly the little buffalo thorn tree
Let gold ball fruits smear its foot
For both the herd and the herdsman to pick
It is not only a herdsman feed