Hark, ninety years and nine have graced the earth,
Chief RF Fashoranti, shining bright in worth.
A beacon’s gleam, amidst life’s shadowed stage,
A noble soul, upon Time’s turning page.
Awolowo’s loyalist, steadfast, true, and bold,
Ondo’s coffers, ‘neath his care, unfold.
With Ajasin he stood, a guiding hand,
Integrity and wisdom, at command.
A Christian spirit, at St. David’s shrine,
An Anglican voice, in faith divine.
With Clark, a friendship forged in fire’s heat,
Afenifere’s helm, where destinies meet.
A father’s heart, with kindness overflowing,
In gentle eyes, a love forever growing.
A century’s dawn, a moment to behold,
Chief Fashoranti, a tale to be told.
Let praises rise, like incense to the sky,
For ninety-nine years, as seasons fly.
May blessings rain, from Heav’n’s eternal shore,
Upon thy head, now and forevermore.
We cheer thy name, with voices clear and strong,
A life well-spent, where right did conquer wrong.
Chief Fashoranti, thy legacy shall live,
A testament to all that thou didst give.