He who knows not the Otumfuo
Let me show him
He has mounted the throne
Dissolved many a throne
To concretize his own
His Golden Stool
Is a handmade of the gods
His cloth is a woven one of a kind
The secret only Ananse knows
He passes like a train of army ants
With every door shutting behind him
His umbrella is a shade of baobab
The defenseless seeks refuge and lives
And His appellation is a long record of epic
And for those who care to know:
“The white man brought his cannons to His bush,
But His bush was stronger than his cannons”.