The sun arise
A new day sets
Bells echo, they came;
The children of Africa

With bowls so deep
A line they form
In haste they eat
For more they ask

In tens they bathe
With clay as soap
In water so dark
Some fishes would die

To sell they left
Ten miles they walk
In sun and rain
They never would frown

To school some go
To learn to read
And write they could
To speak so well

At night they meet
For tales they tell
Both learned or not
The moon so full

Young boys and girls
Together they sit
Around the fire
The flames so huge

The crickets would scream
The birds would sing
The rhymes so sweet
That doses them off

The night too old
Their eyes would crack
To bed they go
Good night, good night

Till sun would set
This culture maintain
Like gold to treasure
The children of Africa