Once upon a time there was a man without a face He wore a wide-brimmed hat which he trimmed with bells and lace And everywhere he went, he walked with elegance and grace Shamelessly displaying his features, all erased. Although blind, deaf, and mute, he heard and saw enough to envy, Emitting a sweetly voice which clung to all within his bevy. And when he passed a child, he would flip for them a penny “Heads for truth, tails for lies,” foretold the end of many. But if you listen closely, you may hear a voice you loath from his blank slate, in song or rhyme, but never speaking prose. The cost of fate seems small at first but with time, interest grows Since everyone whom you may fear is somebody he knows