Once there was a kisan
He was cutting saag with daatri.
He saw a wadda sara sapp.
He began to cry,
Haye oye ....
Haye oye ....
Then his piyoo Niaz Ali take a sota and kill the sapp,
When he gya neray.
He saw that.
He was not a sapp.
That was a kala Rassa.
Moral:anni deyo vekh k rola paya kro . .
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