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A calm and quiet guy was our office's head clerk
Who could have guessed he was such a jerk? There he was, real easy, nice in his chair, By himself, feeling sleepy, as he broke into a flare. With a sudden startle yelled Babu, "yo,lift me up!" He flung out his arms, rolling eyes in their cup They reached for docs, called up cops, now in sheer fright, They even yelled, "go easy man, dude's gonna bite!" They went crazy, all over scrappin' and lookin' When roared Babu, "Yo, my mustache got stolen -" Stolen whiskers! Oh please! give us a break! There they are right on, less not even a streak! They tried reasons, holding mirrors, all sorts of logic Whiskers can't get stolen Babu, it's not like a magic! Babu was flaming, all fired up, upset and dare, Cried he, "I know you guys, as if all that I care! All trimmed, and broomsticky, ugly and tan, Only guy to sport that was Shyam's milkman! Kill you all if you ever call that scrap as mine -" With this, on the spot, wrote everyone a fine! Hiccuped in his anger, as he pulled out his books, To write, "Never, ever, even a dime for these crooks! These apes in this office are so full of crap, Couldn't find my mustache, not a single chap! Feel like dancin' with these stupids' grits, Take out a plough and shave up their zits! "My whiskers", "your whiskers", who bought them here? You know me by my whiskers, that's one for sure!" (This translation was contributed by Arindam Basu arindam@aol.com ) |
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