Hope

 

She was born with beauty,

Beady-eyed and pretty fly.

The world was beautiful from her eyes,

She was peppy and was in seventh heaven.

She was born with beauty,

which they looked with a jaundiced eye.

Yes, She had only one eye and half the face,

Stamps fo'tack ruin her face, 

But not her beauty and faith,

She was born with beauty,

which they looked with a jaundiced eye. 

Beautiful, even more, beautiful now,

With an innocent eye and zee half-smile,

The world seems to be Italian from her eye,

She was born with beauty,

which they looked with a jaundiced eye. 

Quail-man can ruin her face,

But never her hope,

Man-kind was not the place for her,

But still, she stands up and queue-up her Adeola.

She was born with beauty,

which they looked with a jaundiced eye.