This boy Bhaskaran, came for Kaapi,
all the time, making Iyer eyes at ATP.
In one go, he ate two big golden bajjis,
He ruined it all by saying My Dear Maaji.
Grown up in the North, apparently,
Speaks vada-nattu language fluently.
In my colony, we call this abachaaram,
Get up boy, no more sambhar saadam.
First you go unlearn this bloody Indhi,
Mug up the rules of beautiful Sandhi.