I still remember the jingles of my childhood <br />Run, run, run there is a fire on the mountain <br />Such sweat melodies that never brought bad mood <br />As my mum would always send me to the fountain <br /> <br />I still remember the jingle of my childhood <br />Pampanaaaa, were I used to run and hide <br />In those pitiful dark places in my neighborhood <br />Before my dad calls me out to wine and dine <br /> <br />I still remember the jingles of my childhood <br />An hwe weytsere oo obi ba oo, as my head feels drowsy <br />As if the drunkard's pot was the only thing I lived on as my food <br />Though when I return from such voyage my mum would show no mercy <br /> <br />I still remember the jingles of my childhood <br />Were I meet my sweetest love <br />We used to play mum and dad <br />On those very hot afternoon<br /><br />Nana Kwame Nketsiah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-jingles-from-my-childhood/
