That’s when I learned this little poem. I used to repeat it over and over. And today, while reading quotes about insanity, I found it again.

One bright day in the middle of the night, two dead boys went out to fight. Back to back, they faced each other, and with their swords they shot each other. A deaf policeman, hearing the noise, came to the rescue of the two dead boys. If you don’t believe this lie is true, ask the blind man; he saw it too.