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.