Those eyes!
Cute and spherical
They make boys count daylight stars,
She is a shining sun in the jungle

Those eyes!
Tearless yet crying,
When she feels low,
They make boys count daylight stars,
She is a harmless thunder

In the village she is a goddess to be praised,
Her soft voice leaves us amazed,
Her beautiful lyrics cures our daylong sorrows,
A village goddess she is!

Ooh God! Her voice so sweet,
Look at her calabashic buttocks,
Down the spine a wave she sends,
She was created during daylight,
God must have spent time to form her.

Up on a tree my time I spend,
Looking to there home,
Especially when she is bathing,
Inside the branch-made bathroom,
She is more than beautiful,

The other day to the toppest part of the tree I climbed,
Too see her fully,
But friends,am ailing,
Almost all the limbs I broke,
Down the branches I broke,
She is more than beautiful,
I wish you could have seen,

The village goddess,
Who will tell the boys?
To stop fighting because of her,
With my eyes I have done it already,
Tell them