She walks with long strides
Gyrating, oh what gyration!
Hips made from chocolate
Her feet greets the ground
Happiness meets the Iroko tree
Gyrating oh, what gyration!
Yet, tall as the Iroko tree
Her feet greets the ground
Sorrow meets the Iroko tree
Gyrating, oh what gyration
Deeply rooted in mother earth
Her feet greets the ground
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