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QUEEN OF SHEBA



It's no fault of her own

That in beauty she has grown

Maybe if she had known

That seed wouldn't be shown


Queen of Sheba

Light of the eastern sun

Unlike her daughter Delilah

Fell in love with her own son


Industrious with cedars

Lumbering to her wasn't uncommon

Familiar with timbers

Harnessed all trees of Lebanon


Thousands have fallen 

When you had no army

Just a decent clothing

And few beads to charm

A look of suspicion

A touch of precision

A voice of Perdition

With love as a diction

You mesmerized a dozen


Solomon couldn't overlook 

But to quote in the holy book

His romance with you in the brook

Muslims call you Abiba

Not different from Akan's Araba

But for your crafty woven net

Christians hail you Janet.

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