If He Was Provost of a Prison
If he was the provost of a prison
He would open all of the cells
Let the prisoners decide among themselves
Who would live and who would die
They would dance into the yard
Laughing and carousing
Except for the small ones
Survival of the fittest
So aren’t you glad
he is not the provost of a prison?
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