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THOSE TWO GIRLS : SCHOOL RHYME 6

Everyday, Mama goes to school 
With her friends, Lima and Pikul.
While Mama is mindful of study,
Those two girls are naughty and rowdy.
While Mama answers every question,
Those two girls only stare at and grin.
While Mama loves peace and silence,
Those two girls do shout and talk nonsense. 
While Mama behaves with all so well,
Those two girls play pranks and quarrel.
While Mama cares for health and hygiene,
Those two girls are careless and unclean. 
While Mama is honest and speaks truth,
Those two girls shoot lies from their mouth.
While Mama always listens to elders,
Those two girls do turn their deaf ears.
While Mama is kind to animals,
Even tigers get afraid of those two girls...
While each one loves the little Mama,
They hate those two - Pikul and Lima.
But Mama loves a lot her two friends,
Coz they're neglected by their parents. 
The two girls do love Mama very',
For their wrongs, they tell Mama 'Sorry'.
And Mama sees they grow, though slowly,
Disciplined, moral, good and lovely.

- N P SAMAL 

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