Di mountin dey high and fine well-well; di whole eart dey happy to si am! Mount Zion wey bi di holy mountin, na-im bi di town where di great King dey stay!
God sey, “I go take una back as my shidren kon give una betta land; di land wey fine pass for di whole world. Den una go koll mi, ‘Papa’ and una nor go turn from mi again.
“As I still dey look di horn, I si anoda small horn dey kom out from di big wons and three of di former horn kom skata make dis ones for fit kom out. Dis horn get eye wey bi like human being own and mout wey e take dey tok anyhow.
Instead, I go skata and karry dem go difren kountry like sey na heavy breeze blow dem. Den dis betta land go turn where pipol nor dey stay again and where dem dey trowey dirty put.”