I, the Ozo who wore paln leaves and rejected the how,

I, the Ozo who took his title on Ekw day and displayed at the village square on olie day.

I, the beaked singer,

I, the throny weed never used as carrying pad.

The killer of other tree,

I am the wood pecker, that destroy trees, the trees we consecrated.

I am the Odo that flew straight and though the whole igbo land.

The Odo living in the square of the king of contentment as the one whose gate is the Ngwu tree.

I am like a child who did a hard journey fast and was said to have raced under supernatural influence.

     London Bridge is falling down.                                                   Falling down.                               Falling down.                             London Bridge is falling down.                                                   My dear lady