Chant a rhyme; chant a line for
Chantelle my chandelier-shining cast
Sparkle sparks; illuminates parks vast
Charms exuding flares fairer fast
A tiara glittering with glistering last
Worn with pride; displaying gems past
Vivacious Vivienne of the vine fields far
Your immeasurable daintiness dearly valued
A royal to the heart burning with devoured desire
Buried in the bowels of requests unfulfilled
Yet beyond reach you lurked unfilled
Knock I must, else the fiend finds
I would weave yards of yarn for Yaa Ameyaa
From fibres yanked from tissues of the heart
A purple drape for her furry and a harp
To play a tune to honour her day and a rap
As she celebrate life aside with me apart
Happy Birthday Maame Yaa Ameyaa
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