THE ÀGÍDÌGBO DANCE

Your naked soles, in the hot sun, walk the roads and your sleeves rolled up on the elbow's probe your pulse beats fast to lift the weighty loads yet with unseen sweat-stain in your white robe;

While your passion fluids the market into life, employment flows on merit, renewing hope; the fowl, they say, sweats blood in silent strife, but the heroes' shadows cloak your daily slope.

We hail your toil beyond the veil of the dark, we see the quiet works that ease our daily pain yet masses yearn to see your own pure spark— a baby born of the lucky vision; born to sustain.

Why fasten adults on backs as if were babes, when you could birth a system self-sustained? Impregnate alma mater with wits that abates complacence, ushering a self-reliance retained!

Let oil and bitumen scream your sweats aloud to the myopic in hinterlands and forest green; quicken the cocoa field with the gifts endowed, where granite and quartz dazzle in sunlit sheen.

From Oyín, Ọ̀gbẹ̀sẹ̀ banks to Ẹlẹ́gbẹkà’s way, Let's till with ease while hopeful meadow run; Revive the petered Ifọ́n, Ìgbòbíní, Arárọ̀mí’s clay, with Ẹ̀bà isle’s dreams in this fast rising sun!

Whisk-ey Omọ́tọ́ṣọ forth to Zion Pẹ̀pẹ̀'s peace, from marble-rich Ìdànrè, forge Àkúrẹ́ so strong to Òdìgbó for much greater heights of increase to have a future so formidable and agelong.

The past may be rotten and the future bleakly, we can still cement a future that hounds lacks and woo sustainable growth with men quickly to see farms and seas unite without any slacks.

We pray now: unlock the lucky treasures deep, let legacies scream what hands have wrought; your sweat shall echo where all hearts leap, in Ondó’s ease, we've together always sought