Ochilo finished form four, four years ago,
He is now in the university still a year to go,
He loves no one except his ego,
He loves adventure and ever eager,
But Ochilo doesn’t know how to spend his money.
Ochilo wakes up at dawn,
And reads his books up to noon,
He always takes of being a tycoon,
And rearing the Maine coon,
But Ochilo doesn’t know how to spend his time.
Ochilo is in the faculty of FIST,
No wonder he loves to feast,
Whenever there is an outing he must be in the list,
Even if it is by force he can use his fist,
But Ochilo doesn’t know how to spend his leisure.
Ochilo is now in fourth year,
He found a lady so dear,
He made to her love so clear,
And promised to built her a house so fleer,
But Ochilo doesn’t know how to spend his love time.
Ochilo’s lover is now gone,
His heart is left torn,
And even his physique is now worn,
He is now left to frown,
But Ochilo should know that that’s part
