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