Make a pout, oh Tunku Bhaiya,
Show your pride, oh Tunku Bhaiya!
Good or bad, you never care,
Do what your own heart will dare.
Never stop your naughty ways,
Create a noise when someone says.
Waking up when day is high,
Going to school with a cry.
Spending all your time in play,
Fainting at your books all day.
Raising uproar in the house,
Teasing everyone, no rouse.
Always teasing your dear sister,
Snatching books and copy with her.
Making mother, father yield—
"I want a mobile on this field!"
Everyone explained to him,
Still his sense remained quite dim.
Maternal uncle brought a phone,
Tunku leaped with joy alone.
Whether it is day or night,
Talks go on with full delight.
Sometimes Google, sometimes chat,
Internet keeps running flat.
On the roof for study's sake,
Listening to disco songs awake.
Mind from studies drifted far,
Ruining his brain like war.
Blank exam sheets mock his face,
Tunku weeps in sad disgrace.
Had he heeded elders' word,
Such regret would ne'er occurred.
Tunku Bhaiya fixed his heart:
"Never will I play this part!"
Wise men said a truth so grand:
"Balance is the best command."
