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.”
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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.”
