The Flat Earth Society
Have a question for my friends out there
Are we sure the Earth is round
There's a number of clever people that exist
That think this theory isn't sound
Even with all the evidence available to them
They think it's a hoax or scheme
To control us peons to question the facts
Which are totally absurd as they seem
The visual proof is available to all on Earth
Heavenly bodies spin on their axis
To believe The Flat Earth Society could be
Still be holding to this madness
There is no accounting for the strangeness
Of those with this misguided belief
The proof lies directly within their vision
Yet this fallousy does not cease
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