Justice

There was a land which I suppose

Where everyone had a crooked nose

And the crooked nose that everyone had

In no manner did make him sad

But in that land a man was born

Whose nose more straight and clean was worn

And the men of that land with a public hate

Killed the man whose nose was straight

There was a land which I suppose

Where everyone had a crooked nose

And the crooked nose that everyone had

In no manner did make him sad

But in that land a man was born

Whose nose more straight and clean was worn

And the men of that land with a public hate

Killed the man whose nose was straight