The man came from Chittagong
Carried a gigantic silver gong
On traffic island stood the guy
Cried to the busy passers-by
Listen, I’ll sing a beautiful song.
He started singing near a park
Faces of audience turned dark
Some of them being rude
Threw brickbats and booed
And dogs emitted hideous bark.
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