ITS MY TITLE

In the great style we try 

The bread winners fly 

Everyone would apply

But it's just natural

Sometimes God given

It's just once in a while

Never common to everyone 

In a Great style we raise

The bread winners arise 

Everyone would praise

Don't forget we are champions 

It's our title gifted

Bread winners award givers

Our share is yet to be depicted

Ssekyanzi A Destiny

UGANDA