Beauty races on-coming
Her Highness on the lead,
In a palanquin she comes
An elite from the nobles.
Dressed as a queen,
Pure silk from central china
Just like a Chinese Palatine;
Face so thin as an English woman,
Heels so bright a scarlet as topaz,
She has the scent of chrysanthemum,
Oh! She's the African Queen.
Noble woman! Noble woman!
Where are you from?
Heaven or earth?
What's your corner?
The continent you live in.
Nervy she stands
Confidently proud
Brave as a tiger
Oh! That's the African Queen.
Your origin is not clear,
Historically unstated,
Geographically not located,
The land of the zenji!
So vague as the sky,
Nebulous as the clouds above,
The African Queen imerges.
You--are never devastated
Burried in a joyful heart,
The womanhood in you
In dexterity, you actions,well defined;
No phobes against you
Alert of anything fishy,
Coz,dignity is your purity
That's the African Queen.
Torch of the universe,
Human of the Angels,
Praise be--your birth mother
For a blessing upon us;
My heart sinks with joy
For the smooth touchy skin
In God's real image,
From clay you were made,
Figure eight,not a nine;
So beautiful as a crescent
That shines in a noontide
The African Queen.
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