Born with true heart, Clear as waterfall
Coming along with the laughter of all
A joy it is to hear it cry
Truly a mother’s joy, honestly a father’s pride
Huge waves of joy at the first recognition
Trotting around the clay decorated huts
With the hope of laying eyes upon his father
Boiling with happiness at the sight of food
On an empty stomach he claims to get a car
Proud is he when he calls after his father
Each morning “Dada I want an aeroplane”
Is the solemn anthem he sings.
Such is his faith,saddens is he when Papa claims to forget.
Such undying faith sails him through his tiny world
A world that holds a mighty welcome
To the king of its realm “His Father”