Paroles de Justice

There was a land Which I suppose Where everyone Had a crooked nose And the crooked nose That everyone had In no manner did make him sad But in that land A man was born Whose nose more straight And clean was worn And the men of that land With a public hate Killed the man Whose nose was straight There was a land Which I suppose Where everyone Had a crooked nose And the crooked nose That everyone had In no manner did make him sad But in that land A man was born Whose nose more straight And clean was worn And the men of that land With a public hate Killed the man Whose nose was straight