Mr. Gupta
Mr. Gupta
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Old Mr. Gupta went out for a walk,
Saw a ghost and turned white as chalk.
He tried to run with shivering teeth,
His pants fell and caught onto his feet.
Poor Mr. Gupta wished he had a frock.
Old Mr. Gupta went out for a walk,
Saw a ghost and turned white as chalk.
He tried to run with shivering teeth,
His pants fell and caught onto his feet.
Poor Mr. Gupta wished he had a frock.