I was flying on a quest
With a great deal of zest
When I fell down
Into a cuckoo’s nest

Thus I had a fracture
And lost all my rapture
While I kept pondering
The reasons for my capture

All my friends told me
The nest was the best for me
And as the days went by
I forgot how to fly

As my mind reeled
My lips were sealed
My fracture healed
But my fate was sealed

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