The Land called Cross River State, where i come from...

I KNOW A LAND
I know land; Right beneath my feet,
With a Ranch of Milk and Mountains of Honey.
North to South, She Mothers her Triplet Fleet.
A Virgin Blue Amazon, so Horny.

I know a Land; Land of our Birth,
The Capital of Babel.
She in whom Culture Berths.
She bears the Maiden FESTAC Laurel.

I know a Land; Oh Motherland.
Next door to the Food Basket.
Kana to Afang, she earns her command.
She, the Pride of the Black Pride.

I know a Lady; First Son of her Fatherland;
I know a Land Across River.

CALL ME WHAT YOU LIKE
Call me Queen Mother.
Call me Blue Blooded.
Call me mother of the Longest Serving Royal Father.
Call me what you like.

My Royal cart rides through storms and winds.
My Royal Yacht sails through gallops and Potholes.
My Royal Banquet is still rich with Delicacies and Cuisines.
You can still call me what you like.

I have a Rich Cultural Heritage.
I have a Strong Historical Hold.
I have a firm grip of Cultural Festivities.
Call me what you like.

I know what you like,
You Like to Cross the River. I love Cross River State i love steemit.