Like the king of the harsh world
In the hunt land, yet the elephant,
The mama of the cruel world
Benefit from the wisdom of king.
He hunts to feed half of the animal
In the jungle. Whilst he is angry
All and sundry must be mute in jungle
So calm so quite and gentle
Look, look on the blackboard
Look over, in the notepad
Thousand wisdom sparkling in pad
His reflection is everywhere
He is affable to everyone, here and there
Whilst thy slur king
Thy slight the entire set of English
A loveable student of Yar’adua
Like the sovereign of the jungle
Like the elder of the forest
He is the piece elder of the class
The rat is panic of cat
Because of her toxin weapons,
Their aware once to fight her.
My tongue full of venom
But do again, execute thou ancestors
Mr. Luka is the king of the jungle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem