The hands and feet and legs and arms
Joined forces to rebel
Against the stomach, which, they swore,
Was treated much too well.
While other organs could not eat,
They gave it all the bread and meat.
“Henceforth we’ll grant it not a bit!”
The angry members said.
And though it begged for but a crust,
They left it all unfed.
“So now,” they muttered, “we’ll be free
From ancient wrong and tyranny!”
But soon the arms grew weak and thin,
The legs could hardly walk,
The head complained, the tongue was limp
So it could scarcely talk.
“We’ll work together!” Came their cry.
“For pulled apart, we’re sure to die.”