I have never liked Mocchu, Mr.Mustached
An Indian critical fellow
Always busy with twirling and twisting his moustache,
A lean and thin shrewd fellow,
I have ever hesitated in calculating Mr. Darhiyal, I mean Darhiwallah
Who may either be a dreaded criminal, an Indian badmash or a saint too,
Which but I do not, God knows.
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