"You are old, Father William," the young man said,
And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head
Do you think at your age, it is right?"
"In my youth," Father William replied to his son,
"I feared it might injure the brain;
But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again."
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