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 buffaloes happy in their copper-red udders?
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 ,clarified 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,
Clarified the boy who sold to us two kilos of clarified butter.
We are thus happy to have thoughts on education clarified.


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