Kilroy Was Here
Kings may come, kings may go,
I go on forever.
Letters in a constant flow,
Recording each endeavour.
On the walls and in the halls
You may find that I vex,
Waxing tall or shrinking small
And alternating sex.
Seas I ford, I go abroad
Heeding my vocation,
Evading eyes and compromise,
Resourceful, I claim all disguise,
Even bilocation!
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