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Chapter #: 5
Updated On: 19 September 2005 - Words Count: 158 - Number of Reads: 415 |
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The Children Of Africa
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The sun arise
A new day sets
Bells echo, they came;
The children of Africa
With bowls so deep
A line they form
In haste they eat
For more they ask
In tens they bathe
With clay as soap
In water so dark
Some fishes would die
To sell they left
Ten miles they walk
In sun and rain
They never would frown
To school some go
To learn to read
And write they could
To speak so well
At night they meet
For tales they tell
Both learned or not
The moon so full
Young boys and girls
Together they sit
Around the fire
The flames so huge
The crickets would scream
The birds would sing
The rhymes so sweet
That doses them off
The night too old
Their eyes would crack
To bed they go
Good night, good night
Till sun would set
This culture maintain
Like gold to treasure
The children of Africa |
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