In the land of Africa, a young boy did dwell, With dreams of learning and books to sell, He woke up early with the sun’s first light, Ready to go to school with all his might.
He walked for miles on a dusty road, His little feet carrying a heavy load, A backpack full of books and a lunch to eat, He walked with joy, his heart skipping a beat.
The path was long and the journey tough, But he walked with pride, his spirit rough, He knew education was his only way, To make his dreams come true and have his say.
At school, he learned to read and write, Math and science, he worked day and night, His teachers were proud of his will and might, He was a star student, shining bright.
Years went by and the boy grew tall, His dreams became bigger, standing tall, He knew he could be anything he wanted to be, And nothing could stop him, no obstacle or spree.
Now, the boy is a man, successful and wise, He looks back at his journey with joyful eyes, He thanks his parents for their love and care, And his teachers for teaching him to dare.
In the land of Africa, a young boy did go, To school with rhyme, and a heart aglow, He made his dreams come true, with hard work and grit, And that, my friends is the moral of it.