When Chancellor Mu Kow and I were ennuyes
We used to go to the windy hill
And fly paper kites.
" Have you considered, Tremendous One "
(I asked him),
" The paradox of a kite?
To make it soar steadily
You must weight it down with a tail;
And to keep the spirit lofty, it is well ... "
— " Do not, I beg you "
(Replied the Great Magistrate),
" Unsettle me with analogies.
You have only to meditate and watch the goldfish,
I must govern a province. "
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