When all i think of is the sheer bliss
Sweet, warm envelope and i see things
Sweet Friday chilling, drinking tins
Through ages all, you have renown
Your frothy texture, ambrosial measure
Even the gods of Olympus do treasure
Thou wondrous gift of God to pleasure
And tension? Thou releaseth all of it
Till the time comes to pay the bill
At Iya Dupe's drinking place
rechristened fondly, Kalanga Club
Oh sweet palm wine, baby soothing our taste buds
When thou groweth and addeth days
Thou saunters straight into our brains
A strong sour fluid filling our bodies conduit and mains
Crackling through our systems inspiring wondrous laughter
When suddenly, the earth swims and turns b4 our eyes
And dearest friends doth sprout more heads
We drink some more to conclude the matter
Opening up our minds to revelations
where stars dance and lines squiggle
Push legs forward, stagger mode
activated by the tipsy code
That's why we worship you
Sweet palm wine filling us through
After life's troubles, you are our boo
Your taste on our lips like heaven too!
Juice of the palm, offspring of life
Versatile heritage, indulgence is gutter-beds
Fermented, variant strength straight to the head
Sweet palm wine, verily, verily, you are the juice of life!!
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