OGBÈ FOHUN FÓLÓHUN

OGBÈ FOHUN FÓLÓHUN He took the gold with greedy hands, Built his house on stolen sands OGBÈ FOHUN FÓLÓHUN He stretched his hand where it should not go, Claimed a crown he did not sow. OGBÈ FOHUN FÓLÓHUN Eyes were bright with greedy flame, He wore the wealth, but not the name. OGBÈ FOHUN FÓLÓHUN He hid by night, he laughed by day, But conscience never fades away. OGBÈ FOHUN FÓLÓHUN Into his ears the wind whispers everyday "What is not yours can never stay .” OGBÈ FOHUN FÓLÓHUN And so the tide began to turn, What’s wrongly gained, one must return. OGBÈ FOHUN FÓLÓHUN The weight too sharp, the shame too tall, He dropped the prize, he lost it all. OGBÈ FOHUN FÓLÓHUN For every hand that steals in haste, Will find the sweetness turns to waste. OGBÈ FOHUN FÓLÓHUN A stolen seeds will never be grown. What is not yours is not your own,