by F.K. Offin, Esq.
1. Their march is vivacious,
So is the might of their persons;
No mighty tree withstood them, Nay,
Not even the giant baobab tree;
Their hand conquered the desert,
And drank water from the root of the baobab.
2. Their souls adventure beyond the arid plains,
Yes, beholding the tropical trees of the middelbelt;
Their relevance is hardworking,
And their mantra is to do exploit;
Majesty is in their blood, and
Royalty is in their ways.
3. Hope pad on the hoof of their services,
And on royal horses they ride;
Ride, rise, ride and rise they roll on,
Northernwards to the Southerndown;
This is the move of the Ziblims.
*TheBold*
_offinesquire@gmail.com_
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