There was a hill station named Mussoorie
It said, “Everybody flocks to Queen Bee.
Lovers and louts,
Trinkets and touts.
It’s gotten so bad, you can barely see me.”
There was a hill station named Mussoorie
It said, “Everybody flocks to Queen Bee.
Lovers and louts,
Trinkets and touts.
It’s gotten so bad, you can barely see me.”