The boy who sold clarified butter

The boy rings the doorbell and without waiting knocks at the door
Such fine clarified butter he sells, two hundred bucks a kilogram.
My dear fellow, are the buffaloes happy in their copper-red udders?
Yes,they are happy in  their sheds chewing golden brown rice straw.
We give them fine straw and they  give milk that is  like moonlight
And  here we are to make such fine clarified butter ,clarifies the boy.

You claim  you  are happy , why are you not  going to school
As you know  I am  happy  because I am not going to school,
Clarifies the boy who sold  to us two kilos of  clarified butter.
We are happy to have our doubts on education duly clarified. 


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