This just randomly popped in my head today and I felt that this is a poem that Moriarty would sing and say.
Boring Boring,
How Ordinary,
All these little peasants,
And their little cages.
What would they know of the world,
If all they ever known is their pretty little cage,
Yet they are blind to that fact,
Silly little creatures aren't they?
Pity them,
Some would say,
For they are foolish,
I laugh at those words.
I have no pity for fools,
They are silly sheeps,
And sheeps are to be skinned alive,
For our benefit.
