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The other night from cares exempt	A
I slept and what d'you think I dreamt	B
I dreamt that somehow I had come	C
To dwell in Topsy Turveydom	C
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Where vice is virtue virtue vice	D
Where nice is nasty nasty nice	D
Where right is wrong and wrong is right	E
Where white is black and black is white	E
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Where babies much to their surprise	F
Are born astonishingly wise	F
With every Science on their lips	G
And Art at all their finger tips	G
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For as their nurses dandle them	C
They crow binomial theorem	C
With views it seems absurd to us	H
On differential calculus	H
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But though a babe as I have said	I
Is born with learning in his head	I
He must forget it if he can	J
Before he calls himself a man	J
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For that which we call folly here	K
Is wisdom in that favoured sphere	L
The wisdom we so highly prize	F
Is blatant folly in their eyes	F
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A boy if he would push his way	M
Must learn some nonsense every day	M
And cut to carry out this view	N
His wisdom teeth and wisdom too	N
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Historians burn their midnight oils	O
Intent on giant killers' toils	O
And sages close their aged eyes	F
To other sages' lullabies	F
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Our magistrates in duty bound	P
Commit all robbers who are found	P
But there the Beaks so people said	I
Commit all robberies instead	I
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Our Judges pure and wise in tone	Q
Know crime from theory alone	Q
And glean the motives of a thief	R
From books and popular belief	R
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But there a Judge who wants to prime	C
His mind with true ideas of crime	C
Derives them from the common sense	S
Of practical experience	T
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Policemen march all folks away	M
Who practise virtue every day	M
Of course I mean to say you know	U
What we call virtue here below	U
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For only scoundrels dare to do	N
What we consider just and true	N
And only good men do in fact	V
What we should think a dirty act	V
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But strangest of these social twirls	W
The girls are boys the boys are girls	W
The men are women too but then	X
Per contra women all are men	X
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To one who to tradition clings	Y
This seems an awkward state of things	Y
But if to think it out you try	Z
It doesn't really signify	Z
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With them as surely as can be	A2
A sailor should be sick at sea	A2
And not a passenger may sail	B2
Who cannot smoke right through a gale	B2
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A soldier save by rarest luck	C2
Is always shot for showing pluck	C2
That is if others can be found	P
With pluck enough to fire a round	P
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How strange I said to one I saw	D2
You quite upset our every law	D2
However can you get along	E2
So systematically wrong	E2
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Dear me my mad informant said	I
Have you no eyes within your head	I
You sneer when you your hat should doff	F2
Why we begin where you leave off	F2
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Your wisest men are very far	G2
Less learned than our babies are	G2
I mused awhile and then oh me	A2
I framed this brilliant repartee	A2
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Although your babes are wiser far	G2
Than our most valued sages are	G2
Your sages with their toys and cots	H2
Are duller than our idiots	I2
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But this remark I grieve to state	J2
Came just a little bit too late	J2
For as I framed it in my head	I
I woke and found myself in bed	I
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Still I could wish that 'stead of here	K
My lot were in that favoured sphere	L
Where greatest fools bear off the bell	K2
I ought to do extremely well	K2

William Schwenck Gilbert

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