"Everyone is witty."
Now that is just absurd.
I'll tell you why in a moment,
But it starts with the mockingbird.

They entertain the sky,
They sing their songs to the sun,
But they do not hurt a thing,
So it's a sin to kill one.

What if the hearer takes heart
to their small poetry slammed?
What if their song turns sour
From the babble of the damned?

Listen well, post-aether folk,
Remember they're off their rocker....