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There
lived once in Pataliputra, a bairagi of nature bogus
One given to easeful living, graceful moving and a life pompus
Though he kept his head and cheeks always mirror-like, sans hair
He did not keep his emotions pure, nor desires dry and fair.
With immature mind and undeveloped soul he went about free
Doling out the parrot learning he kept, well-aired and ready
Neither he knew the import of the texts, nor gave meanings steady
Yet he procured food for the day, shelter for night always free.
Out of great love for religion than pity for him people gave always
Anything and everything they found him needed for his existence
And lo! he too cared not for future, nor beyond daily existence,
Except two oblong qubit long koupeenas to cover his gene tile always
On a sad morn, alas! he found his spare koupeena bitten by a rodent
And was so punched and spoiled; it could not serve the object intent
The loss being tremendous, it robbed him of his mental peace
He then brooded over to find the ways to save them and live at ease.
Is not cat the born enemy of rat? Will it not keep in fright any rat?
It saves my koupeena and keeps me out of trouble from any kind of rat
So I must necessarily go in anon to proouring a cat to rid of any rat
Well then, how'll the cat be fed, unless I own a cow to give milk to eat
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