Still fresh are those old days
When he used to call me to play
And I'd strew him in grey
With Sodden garden clay
Who ever knew that one day
I'd play with Antoine Hey?
He couldn't help me with my math
Because he never knew how
But while showing me how to milk the cow
He told me that, Moi's father too didn't know math
And like him, he also showed me the path
To achieving the dreams in my heart
He never tired to give me a stir
I rose to the spur, now I sparkle like a star
I flap my wings and escape with the wind
To shores I alone can tell