Is Oscar an optimum?
The foot-hill cottage lodges many marvels
When one parks his vehicle nearby
To inquire whether he can buy eggs there,
After his winning two Oscars.
Persons has to eat only eggs
For no Oscar or Nobel is found eatable
When you are hungry and seeking
The mercy of aboriginal music.
A girl found mixing a two syllable music
Bow....bow...and bow...bow
Calling back her chicken to rest at shelter
Fill his ears as notes of classic.
The bow and bow is a very fine tune
Coaxing the chicken to get attune
One by one they settled in their din
Leaving the master quietly thrilled.
'Son, music is there in nominal spot
Catchers find it even in rot.'
Master wiped his dewy eyes
Father is there ever with him
Opening eyes and ears for syrupy sounds
Changing wards and ward to fight his fate
Chasing hospitals after hospitals
Coaching him to breathe with music.
No, for some one with some reason,
Reaching a height may look so bright.
The foot-hill cottage teaches; egg is good
Music is better as good as bread.
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