A planned thing done is like a weight uplifted
That swings a seesaw, which in turn lets roll
A ball, which strikes a can (which had been gifted
With a lit flame, set in the center hole)
Knocking it over, thus igniting oil
Which burns away a piece of thin-tined string,
Which in its turn, by undoing its coil,
Lets gravity once more do its own thing
And drop a penny, which will spin and land
Upon another balance, which lets fly
A feather, which, by floating out of hand
Makes someone sneeze exactly so thereby
A cup's knocked over, and a mouse is caught:
That is, it's just a little overfraught.
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