There is a big beautiful vessel in my kitchen
You can neither pour milk nor water
As there is a big hole at the bottom
My little son came and banged the vessel with a big spoon
All the neighborhood heard the sound
And hence they said my little boy
'Empty vessels make noise' said grand mother
'Yes yes I know as you do often my grand mom'
Said the knotty little boy.
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