Geet - my pretty grand daughter
Badbar Girl, Badbar Girl
She is my beautiful Badbar Girl
In Badbar, where green trees grow
And vast fields stretch, row by row,
Out to meet the horizon’s line,
She’s always ready, anytime.
Badbar Girl, Badbar Girl
She is my beautiful Badbar Girl
Dreaming of her puppy, Zara, dear,
Who couldn’t stay with Tweety here.
Longing for those joyful days,
Where she can laugh and freely play.
Badbar Girl, Badbar Girl
She is my beautiful Badbar Girl
Riding the tractor, bright and red,
Through fields where harvest lies ahead.
Birds gather close, a happy crowd,
Chirping, swinging, joyful, proud.
Badbar Girl, Badbar Girl
She is my beautiful Badbar Girl
After a dip in the Tube-well’s pool,
She crunches radish, crisp and cool.
And soon she’s off with gleaming eyes,
For toys that bring her small surprise.
Badbar Girl, Badbar Girl
She is my beautiful Badbar Girl
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