In Tamale,
They cry like humans
Never leaving traces
Of they being ons all fours
II
Their children can imitate babies
With their shrills which give chills
Leaving no trace
That they are on all fours
III
The Billies have their bass
Croaking like a high commander on heat
No traces at all
That they are on all fours
IV
Oh the nannies
Their lamentations surpass that which the Bible keeps
Singing amidst dancing
Hopping amidst running
Leaving no trace
That they have fore and hind legs
Deceiving beings into opening doors
Only to find out
They are goats
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
