As the well-attested case of
Sweeny shows
Mad kings gain the gift of flight,
sleep rough,
Perch in trees, speak the language
of birds.
Mad princes hover a few inches
above the ground
And can follow a conversation
among sparrows
A mad archduke gains a modicum of
grace
And the grass does not bend
beneath his feet.
When a commoner is found doing
loops
Five hundred feet up the
government
Immediately raises him to the
peerage.
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