Once there was a jutt.
He was cutting saag with daranti.
He saw a wadda sara Sapp.
He began to cry,
Bachao,Bachao
I am maring,
Then his piyoo, take a sota and kill the sapp, when o gay qreeb, they saw that was not a sapp that was a kala rassa.
Moral: “jutt honde ee aqlo chatt”
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