I know not how many teeth you have,
I am not here to count your teeth.
But I know you have one tongue and
It is as hard as iron rod and
As dangerous as burning fire.
I know not when you speak and
What and how much you speak and
I know not all its meanings.
I know well you are not shy
And in no time you are nervous.
Dear, let me request you
Not to put your tongue outside,
The tongue itself is a tool
And it is like scissors or hammer.
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