Welcome Mr. Sun
Welcome!
How is the white man's
Land where my son
Is studying eeeeee-Bachelor's
Agree?
Forgive me Mr.Sun
This word 'Bachelor'
Is bitter to utter
My very son wanted
To be a Catholic Priest
Something i wasn't pleased about
Now he is trained
In Bachelor's Agree
In Education Arts
But i advised him
To take Bachelor's Refuse
In Education Acts
But he never heeded
Isn't this a white man's plot
To destroy us?
Am crawling to my grave
Who will keep the fire
Burning?
Mr. Sun,
Your time is over
Please do me
This one favour
Greet my son for me.
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