The men who put round parts
did not comprehend the work.
They shipped hands to those who wanted eyes,
eyes to those with no need to see.
As the day came near
when the judge would determine
who was fresh and who was stale,
the people grieved.
So the men of the Office of Parts
visited all the listed citizens.
Those in any way unnatural
they destroyed with a single blow.
The judge saw all and pronounced it good.
(Raymond Queneau)
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