Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
He sat very straight, he sat very tall.
He surveyed the scene, he looked all around,
He glanced down below and saw the king’s town.
“Oh look at me, I’m much better than them,”
Humpty said, on his face as he talked, spread a grin.
“I’m high on this wall, and I couldn’t care less,
If all the townspeople have worries or stress.”
Humpty was proud, to say at the least,
For he didn’t have to kneel on his knees,
To bow to the king who ruled over the land.
He lived by himself, alone he did stand.
But one day he climbed to the top of the wall,
And soon realized he could see nothing at all.
In their anger the gods had taken his sight,
To get him to change and give up the fight.
For if he was blind to the things he can’t see,
Then with the king he’d surely agree.
But in his blindness, he fell off the wall,
He crashed into pieces as a result of his fall.
Try as they might, it was just too late.
For Humpty’s downfall was doomed as his fate.
And all the king’s horses and all the king’s men,
They couldn't put Humpty together again.
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