Garri,
My strength when I am weak,
The hero of the less.
Even the rich carve for a taste
We savor you with great haste.

Garri
The pride of our hood
In company of the ice
You need no sweetener
Your sourness gives joy.

Garri
My true love
Well fried and dried,
Then complimented with any nuts,
I come to you with my bowl!

Garri
My best friend
With tens of naira
You'd love  a poor man with dignity
Living with him with no shame.


Garri
I have come to bow with my bowl
Bless my cup till it overflow
So that even when I blow,
You and I can still roll.


Title:GARRI.
S. O sther