MANYU WOMAN, WHAT A WOMAN

MANYU WOMAN, WHAT A WOMAN

With wrinkles for generations

Generations whose foundation you laid

The foundation that drained your sleep

So, like a perishing soul you managed to cheep

MANYU WOMAN, WHAT A WOMAN

Your lips know no complain

Even with Arthur’s deepest pain

You use them to bless and pray

So, your children never go astray

MANYU WOMAN, WHAT A WOMAN

To school you’ve never been

Yet, the best teacher you have been

So great men are the works of your hands

Cos with love you gave your commands

MANYU WOMAN, WHAT A WOMAN

If the world still doesn’t know you

Then Guinness Book has some work to do

For your labor has not been in vain

When your head was used as a wain

MANYU WOMAN, WHAT A WOMAN

Today we wait for your medial of recognition

Cos the world must come to admission

That the wrinkles on your face

Are the foundations of the Bellevue Palace