Strangers think why people like me
I have no such quality what needs to be
When I try to say them
They think I am fooling, telling lies
But they don't know
It's the way of my expression
Beauty of my jokes
Collected from different cities
Plucked from the folks
I am a jolly man
Give pain no one
Also I am shy
Avoid telling lie
Nothing I hide
It's my pride
And these are the top secrets
For what people love me.
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