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
Justiça
Havia uma terra
O que eu suponho
Onde todos
Tinha um nariz torto
E o nariz torto
Que todos tinham
De maneira nenhuma o deixou triste
Mas nessa terra
Um homem nasceu
Cujo nariz mais reto
E limpo foi usado
E os homens daquela terra
Com um ódio público
Matou o homem
Cujo nariz estava em linha reta
Havia uma terra
O que eu suponho
Onde todos
Tinha um nariz torto
E o nariz torto
Que todos tinham
De maneira nenhuma o deixou triste
Mas nessa terra
Um homem nasceu
Cujo nariz mais reto
E limpo foi usado
E os homens daquela terra
Com um ódio público
Matou o homem
Cujo nariz estava em linha reta