In the African Cup of Nations,
The nicknames are chosen with science,
Designed to invoke palpitations,
Their names are roared out in defiance.
There are elephants, huge and impressive,
And eagles, both super and plain.
There are crocodiles, quick and aggressive,
And antelopes on the terrain.
The lions growl their name to the brothers,
Preparing to rip out your spleen,
But the ones I admire ‘bove all others
Are the terrifying “Squirrels” of Benin.