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The Guru
In Bangla Gong near Wazzackstan
There lived a Hindu holy man
Folk would come from miles around
To hear his wisdom so profound
They came from America England too
Even from far-flung Peru
To hear his words with eager heart
To gain the wisdom he’d impart
Over hill and dale and desert plain
Suffering thirst and hunger’s pain
Enduring cold and blazing heat
Just to sit at the wise man’s feet
He sat for days in meditation
Lost in thought and contemplation
‘Til at last this holy bloke
Held up his hand before he spoke
What great wisdom would he give
To guide them on the way to live?
He said: ‘When it comes down to the crunch
There’s no such thing as a free lunch’
There lived a Hindu holy man
Folk would come from miles around
To hear his wisdom so profound
They came from America England too
Even from far-flung Peru
To hear his words with eager heart
To gain the wisdom he’d impart
Over hill and dale and desert plain
Suffering thirst and hunger’s pain
Enduring cold and blazing heat
Just to sit at the wise man’s feet
He sat for days in meditation
Lost in thought and contemplation
‘Til at last this holy bloke
Held up his hand before he spoke
What great wisdom would he give
To guide them on the way to live?
He said: ‘When it comes down to the crunch
There’s no such thing as a free lunch’
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