I greet you again and say hello
On yet another fine day
In England in mid-December!
May our darling Greta
Be spared such summery sun
Up north in the frigid zone.
And there be those,
Driven mad by money, O my mad Maddy,
Who deny that anything’s amiss.
And such people are the very type
To want to shut up schizophrenics and throw away the key.
Half the world is mad,
And I’m not at all sure
That you and I are of the mad half,
Though fortnightly pricked with depots,
For who are really mad, mad Maddy,
Us or them?
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