Once there was a jutt

Once there was a jutt.
He was cutting juwar with dutri.
He saw a wada sara sup.
He began to cry Bachao.

I am maring…

Then his pioo, take a sota and kill the sup,
when o gaye qareeb, they saw that was not a sup that was a kala rasa

Moral: All the jutt are aqloon chatt.