Smitha with her Papa
Was going on a ride
Down the country side.
The little girl was singing
And, beauty of verdant fields enjoying.
Her Papa glanced at the fuel gauge,
She noticed worried look on his face.
The needle was hovering around ‘E’,
And wondered what she realized why he couldn’t see.
Smitha said with glee,
“There is ‘E’nough petrol
to reach granny’s house;
When fuel is not ‘F’inished,
Let us this joy ride cherish!.
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