Ancient, and spanning the ages,
His existence often averred,
Found in folklore, as on pages,
He's new when remembered.
He's known as well as the divine,
A loose sketch of a notion;
You have your view, and I mine,
Each enmeshed in emotion.
Believed to have many a head,
None knows him by face;
Everywhere he is said to tread,
Yet, without a clear trace.
Whenever sought for a show,
We audition to be him;
Holding a pen, plow, or hoe,
Our hopes equally dim.
Yet, is he one or is he a clan?
The core of our chorus?
Pray, who is the common man?
A case for habeas corpus?
His existence often averred,
Found in folklore, as on pages,
He's new when remembered.
He's known as well as the divine,
A loose sketch of a notion;
You have your view, and I mine,
Each enmeshed in emotion.
Believed to have many a head,
None knows him by face;
Everywhere he is said to tread,
Yet, without a clear trace.
Whenever sought for a show,
We audition to be him;
Holding a pen, plow, or hoe,
Our hopes equally dim.
Yet, is he one or is he a clan?
The core of our chorus?
Pray, who is the common man?
A case for habeas corpus?
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