It is a matter of principle
that I don’t travel First Class.
But today I removed this obstacle,
My conscience now is fragile as glass.
You see, I was enticed by the price;
A First Class ticket for less than Second Class.
Being a man of principle, you understand,
I first hesitated, but then acquiesced.
At the station my conscience kicked a fuss,
so I staged a principled protest, no less,
and took a seat in Second Class.
A minute later I moved to First Class.
My conscience was now pacified;
I sat in First Class and was satisfied.
You see, a broken principle can be mended:
a minute’s protest is all that's needed.
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