Phatihalee Baba Too A Professor, How Could It Be?

Phatihalee Baba too a professor, a ragged man As a departmental fman, an academic staff member, How could be, People keep it thinking, Guessing, How could he a loose garment-wearing fellow A professor, Without the belt, A jute thread to work as a belt instead, His pants and shirt Wrinkled and loose And he going in his father's old boots And with a cloth bundle To be a substitute as for a suitcase or an attache At whose recommendation A professor, a simpleton as a professor, A ragged man as a professor, A country swain, a rustic fellow, How could he a professor?