ORIKI IJEBU- Proudly Ijebu

If Ijebu prefer,     They will weave it a bit 
If Ijebu desire,     They will knit with simplicity
And use the spare for the festive of Agemo
The deity of Agemo that gives prowess to the barren.
You’re the offspring of Agemo   Agemo the spirit they hail Osaa!
With twenty-four profusing mat   with rare beauty and aestheticism
And with beads and the maiden’s cowries. 

You’re the son of the one That doesn’t surge for Egun 
Neither for the enigmatic Ologbojo    and his complicating dues.
You’re the offspring of Alare       And also the son of Awujale
That murmured so well for monarchy     And slaughter the hen seasonally.

You’re the processor of the hen     The cryptic hen of Ogogomoga 
That we brutishly tied with might    And the rope was not harrowed
And the hen was not throbbed    Till the rarer muted in his bombshell
And established reverence for the hen. 

You’re the man of tedious deed     That Oyoyo carved his savage of mockery
But can one tell this grievous mocker?   That a deed of a man will never kill
Or put a mess on the people      Strangely, the people of Ijebu
Those ones that are very apathetic.

You’re the spouse of the ebony    That detest her for not culinary
And the white you ascertained as a gourmet chef  
Has tranvassed beyond the hemisphere.

You’re the offspring that sees the bird   And never discerned the stone
And that later corralled the stone     When the bird had peaked long ago.

You’re the offspring that bargained the yam
And never bumped into his knife        And never bothered to find
For the knife dwells in the house of his forefathers.

You’re the owner of the woodland   That is a taboo for any stranger
And that is an illicit for the adherers  For any incomer that steers within
Will convey griefs for his indignity   And be a feast for the Oluweri 
Till he revamp to the Ebora-omi    The water-spirit with sixty-two deities.

You’re the son of Ereniwa   That takes merit by being liberal.
You’re the inceptive capitalist    The one before money became customary.

You’re the discontent economist    That enlightened for moneymaking
And when he proofed in his goodwill   It was divined In his eulogy
That the phlegm of Ijebu a gem     The calabash of Ijebu an opulence
The pee of Ijebu a goldmine   The sides of Ijebu in wellspring.
The relatives of Ijebu are moneymakers   For they are the offsprings of Ereniwa.
That take merit by being liberal.     Ijebu the economist!