Juvenilia

One day upon a lofty peak
In the sky rich with blue
there flew a passing eagle by
Whose voice it seemed I knew

Its croaky tune, defiant speech
Reminded me of the President's preach

And there upon a craggy rock
It settled down to gaze
Unto the land of fresh green grass
And ripely wheatened maize

As its lordly glare is cast
A rustle shakes the stems below
Whereupon the air is slit
And the eagles freindly glow
Is put upon the mouse

...

In the days that war was greed
There was planted the growing seed
A seed which spread like a pool of blood
A seed which raved and reddened the mud
The increasing number of tools for war
Was rapidly spreading more and more
(A threat to you) if you hit me
I'll hit you back, just wait and see
(Note) ancestors of this loving family
Are quite stupid, dumb, but manly.

...

Around about Mau Mau time
There was a good and welcomed rhyme
Which took in glances by the dozen
Converting mother, brother, cousin
When the pencils set to work
They did not cry they did not shirk
Even though the job was hard
They did it and a few got scarred
For this was the best that they had ever done
Ever since they had begun

People of every kind and race
Began to hear this Mau Mau grace.

Phil (10 yrs)