The blue suit on the line
In the tall and huge cotton tree is mine
For my birthday gift that time
My late beloved dad bought it when I was only nine
How he loved to see me in it for it was so fine!
And always told me to wear it when it was time to dine
On my twentieth birthday eve the sun had to shine
Mama washed it very clean and left it on the line
So busy, she simply forgot to take it from the line
Now the tree has grown so very huge and tall in years
Even taller that nobody can ever reach it with his hands
Today, I can only see it hanging with my hungry little eyes
The tree is so leafy, but I can still see my childhood suit hanging on the line
And the more it hangs on the line in the tree
The more it shines and looks so very fine
How I wish a Goliah was hern to bring it down from the line!
I’m so much in love with it and need it every time
But there it hangs clean, where only I can see it on the line
Great grandpa planted this carton tree
When, grandpa said, he was just, and I said just, ninety nine
He was too old, yes, but still very spry for his age
Great grandpa had some ninety nine young and lovely wives
Each of whom he allegedly satisfied well every single night
Like a medical doctor, he completed his rounds every night at nine
I’m told he was never the least exhausted at all
Half of these ninety nine wives gave birth in July yearly
The rest in December each year, and each had a twins or triplet
The only drink he took, I’m told, was Raphia Palm win
This is very moderate in taste but foams like Club Beer
This is not as sweet as an oil Palm Tree wine
Dad’s step pa, I heard, was a very nice Kyne
But as nice as the Kynes were, he was not really kind
When a Kyne is walking with you, he will always stay behind
I hope very soon one of them will be thine
One of them, they say, is very greedy
And whenever you meet, you will see the sign blue suit . . .?
I know a charming young lady who really loves money
And as true that is, she is never humble to say good "morning!"
Once she choked her loved one on the market wall for money
Pushed him against the market building until he fell in coma
He was too drunk with shame he hardly knew what to do with her
She fished into his pockets and left him completely broke
If I’m not in a serious error; and I hope I’m not
Joe, I think, that’s the very lady now hanging in your life
The heavy tumba and big, big breasts are her trump card
And there she comes again, my boy, ha, ha, ha!
I just laugh for this and that, my boy
But try hard, the boss man is very, very sneaky, or …
God works so mysteriously, yes, my dear
I will be just thirty on my next birthday in days
But my grandson will be celebrating his fiftieth tomorrow
He was born when I was just learning how to craw
His mom will be, say, just twenty-four this June
This is really "climate change," BBC says, of course
At the graduation party of one college graduate last weekend
We really enjoyed his articulation of the queen’s language
We clapped and clapped and clapped and clapped until we clapped
When he said, "When I says I will do it, I really means it…"
Is it also some climate change in the queen’s language?
Probably not, but that’s the hard realities of the "computer age"
As the fun continued, his grandma said in tears of joy,
"Son, your grandpa says I hate him, but I never really does"
An elementary student in the crowd rose to leave
"Where are you going, young man," the honoree asked
"Sir, my stomach is aching from your speech; it’s so enjoyable!"
"Really," he smiled, "I thought I did not did well enough"
My nice blue suit is still on the line in the tall, tall tree
My great frandpa who plamted the tree at ninery nine
Quietly left the scenes while still in his prime at 125 years
He was honorably and mournfully buried under the very tree;
That which still hangs on the line is my birthday suit at nine
My Fula boy who made it for me has also left for home ages ago
Only a few feet from this tall carton tree
My late beloved uncle Doco also planted a kola tree
And the nuts come in three lowly colors -
Pink, white and red; and only the red is so very bitter
Give the pink to a girl whose love you are not sure of;
The white to your very loving and caring darling baby,
The white to your very loving and caring darling bay, boy.