O what can one do?!
There should be Prakash in the loo
But he hops-eats all rooms as if he were a hungry kangaroo
And he will eat your stew
And in return give you the flu
He is desperately seeking everything old and new
It is him we must sue
All of us, me and you
To shut his hellish glare from each and every view
Will he ever rue
that his evil deeds are not few?
He pretends to all that he never ever knew