NOISY BEAK

Hunter, zita is a bird

A bird whose family needs a shooting

Because they always shout in calling

When even breezes step quiet in falling

Hunter, I know it is good

Good to make your presence known

But not when you have no poison

And your enemies have catapults and guns

III

Hunter, zita is a sitting-at-one-place noise maker

I don’t know who told it

That its species have beautiful voices

But sure, zitas choir can kill ears

Hunter, take your gun

And clean your ears

Let your ears act as your eyes

And take you to zita

I am sure you are famished

You need a cooked noisy bird which is garnished

So your children can be called nourished

Since zita is calling, please grant her wish

And let your gun give her a royal bow

By amoafowaa