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The Man Who Walked On His Hands There once was an old man Who always walked on his hands The day it occurred was very strange When on the ground fell the poor man’s brains The man stared at them, but then He couldn’t figure out how to put them back in Without his brains, you see He couldn’t think with much clarity This story is almost too grievous to share For at his brain this man did stare Days passed and he never moved Then one day a man walking felt behooved To offer a hand and help out The young man was a lawyer, so without a doubt He believed there was no problem he couldn’t shatter So he asked the old man “what’s the matter?” “I’ll tell you the matter,” the old man said “My brains, you see, fell out of my head” “Ha!” said the lawyer, “that’s easy to beat” “All you have to do is stand on your feet” The old man flipped over as soon as he heard that line And to his amazement, he felt just fine The lawyer said “nice and easy, see, no pain” “Because people who walk on their feet don’t really need a brain” |
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