The barter system of the olden day
Has started it,
You give me cauliflower, cabbage and tomatoes,
I shall potatoes,
Give me sweets and others,
I shall milk,
My goats for you
And your ducks and hens for me.
Believe me,
My pocket is empty,
Cashless,
Moneyless,
Leave the talk of black money,
Even white is not.
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