Once upon a nose up high
There was a little man
He fancied himself a giant
As much as a hot air balloon can
Airs he effects to distraction
Diverting from his uncouth pride
To Arum maculatum he grovels
And pushes the Calotropis aside
Look about him the glitter
He sees not honest steel
Only shiny shimmery estincele
Fie! He sees not what is real
What goes up, will soon roll down
At the end of its glorified days
And I hope ‘twill be, that he’ll come to see
The end of such erroneous ways.
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