Bitxo’s Africa Song

inuit singers with samburu men


I’d like to go to Africa,
eat African paprika.
It may sound dicey,
red and very spicy.

I want to hear the song of birds,
get to see the zebra herds,
From buffalo to little ants,
impala to elephants.

I’d learn to speak like Africans,
run fast like Masai runs.
It will not be easy,
but I’m not a sissy!

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