it is addressed thusly:
A thought.
it reads:
Imagine a world where no one knows
That you are human, or what men do
And that will not be decided for you
And still as all men must eventually do
They all discover they are human too

But some don't - and that's the catch
Men walking about just on all fours
Hanging from trees, sleeping on floors
This is our world, but instead of fetch
Everything else they bend and stretch.

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