There was this man from Calcutta
Who couldn't eat any butta
-Then like a dunce
-He tried it once
And he had to throw up in the gutta.
He said I'll have to eat ghee,
It's an Indian food, don't you see?
-I can see it all now
-It's much better somehow,
It's probably my eth-nis-i-tee.
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