King of all roads 

Road without a crown

That always frown

Decorated with scar

The only star

What will I say

About your busy day

Nothing is so attractive

Like your tattered shirt

Why the complain from drivers who are naive

What is so lovely like your perforated feet

The beautiful chicken pot on your face

That persuaded me not to race

What about the songs you sing

Making cars to fly without wings

What should I say about the brilliant azonto

What about the lovely staccato

My joy, the hippy -hoppy

As the white horse is galloping

The king of roads

That people love to tread

If only you told us you are thirsty

We won’t refuse to fetch you Pacific Ocean even if it seems nasty

In your dictionary I thought there is love

Why then do you prefer drinking blood

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