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                       When all the king's horses
                           and all the king's men
                           gave up putting humpty together again...
                           They left him behind, they left him to fend.
                           Unable to move, he couldn't defend.

                           His friends just didn't know quite what to do.
                           They thought and they plotted
                           They furrowed and stewed.
                           They got all retarded and ran in the nude.

                           They came back to humpty,
                           Still there on the ground.
                           They observed his predicament
                           and once again frowned,
                           Put their hands on their hips
                           and paced all around. 

                           "I KNOW!" Said a girl,
                           about the age of 23...
                           "We'll paint the bits of shell
                           and we'll hang them in a tree!
                           We'll hang silver chimes
                           and some pretty trinkets too!
                           His song will last forever,
                           longer than me or one of you."
                           What a way to exit,
                           what a way to finish life.
                           "He couldn't have wished for more,"
                           said his sad but pretty wife.

                           So they hung poor Humpty Dumpty
                           from the nearest willow tree.
                           The sun shone through his painted shell.
                           His song went out to sea.
                           And once the children overcame how creepy it all seemed,
                           They laughed in happy anarchy
                           'Til their clothes ripped at the seams.
                           They came up with giddy nursery rhymes
                           And invented silly games.
                           They wrote each other novels
                           And they stole each other's names.
                           They danced beneath the Humpty Tree
                           For generations many.
                           They remembered how their king gave up,
                           despising tyranny.
                           They told their children of the story untill it came to pass
                           That the second half was long forgotten
                           Of the egg without an ass.

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