OR: Eclogue Attempt
When we the flock to tend departed home,
It was a sunny, pleasant day for us
However, as we entered Mercator,
All we heard in that little square was thus:
"You're tipping scales, man; Caveat Em'tor"
My brother looked at me with that one glance,
Whose meaning everyone knows from the start.
"I'm as glad to bicker as to go lance,
"If needed I would just go push a cart,
"As simple life is very much more ples'nt."
So now before we go to tend the sheep,
We turn so we may take the path less trod,
And we call it our Simplicity Way.
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