The dolly goes to the park
And the cawlie comes and sings
And the magpie and the lark
Take wing and fly high
Into the sky and then
And only then
The doily and the oily
Buttha chikankari
And the amazing Muslin
Cloths and the nice
Seelkee peepal trees
Come as dolly
Shakes and crumbles.
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