No one wants tomorrow
For today's joy assuge the sorrow
Even the moon proscribe no friend to the sun.
Now tell me why man invented gun?

Oyin I shall not believe you
Tell the sun why he shouldn't give way to the moon?
Before you was you
Begging and slaughtering taste of honey Moon's

I shall not believe you Oyin
Plucking your linden like my ancestors
Putting me on the majestic peak of love colour
My faith would declaim you before the win

Wreck me with the mirror of your jaunty mien
It kindly reflects what would be at dawn
Don't make me laugh and lack behind men
In your hollow mind narrow as the lawn

Thus will furrow at your **** and wear
I vow high the hill on nothing to fear
I shall not call you honey twice
For a reason and giving no one is nice

Fear not you ogre to ogle me down your throat.
I thought you are nun but tranquil goat
When your mellow voice militate their thoughts,
I renounce my faith to your remiss and gutt