Some chairs are there in my class
Where I come a period to pass.
A few chairs have chains round their legs
Others have free and clean pegs.
Chains cause no problem in sitting
Because they have a good fitting.
But I don't like to sit in
A chained chair, that seems a sin.
Free thoughts can't sit in a chained chair
This dreadful act is quite unfair.
Though flowers can bloom in thorns company
Nightingales sing without any penny,
Yet to sit in a chained chair
In no way can be called fair.
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