The ancient sun greets this meet,
With freshness due an infant day,
When friends and kins of the baby meet,
To paste its label on its head,
Before it treads the forests deep,
That bears sweet fruits with venom coats.
It is raised to hail the humble dawn,
It tastes droplets so sweet, so sour,
A kick or two its sides engulf,
With words of caution from the one,
Who stands a forester well pronounced,
Who sits on stools of family heights.
And all who merge in songs, in merry drinks,
Who give from their hearts core,
The MC cries out loud and clear,
“Nye yi wala Dooh eee ei (Thank You)
Nye ye wala dooh po keke (Thank you)
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