I don enter my gardin, my treasure and wife to bi! I don gada myrrh with spices and I don chop my honi-komb and my honey; I don drink my wine and my milk! Una wey sabi love, make una chop and drink until love shark una.
So, I take di book from di angel hand kon chop am. True-true wen I dey chop am, e sweet like honey for my mout, but wen I swallow am, e kon bitter for my belle.