Useless People
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The fella, he climbed at the top of a tree,
When caught by the sight; many asked-
'Shouted he; Heard; whisper from within;
; make me free, I was cold and here I basked,
Now I'll jump, stay there where you are',
Hearing his words all dispersed far and far,
To save life-'Escape from the mad's mind
Let him be mad, let him die, why should we die? '
A few moments ago many suggestions has been put,
When it came to their life, they nicely took the foot,
Climbed down and laughed -am I mad? No,
Unreasonable mads they are, the fools, Lo!
Unnecessary questions led them unto wrath,
How nicely they took the fearful bath
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