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 straightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.