I was walking along the road when I met
A fool talking fool talk.
“There isn’t one, there isn’t one! How happy
I am that there isn’t one!”
He said, as if it were a song he was singing.
“Isn’t one what?” I asked.
“Isn’t one me,” he said foolishly.
And he walked on looking quite happy.
Arthur Osborne
A fool talking fool talk.
“There isn’t one, there isn’t one! How happy
I am that there isn’t one!”
He said, as if it were a song he was singing.
“Isn’t one what?” I asked.
“Isn’t one me,” he said foolishly.
And he walked on looking quite happy.
Arthur Osborne
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