Forth went the candid man And spoke freely to the wind— When he looked about him he was in a far strange country. Forth went the candid man And spoke freely to the stars— Yellow light tore sight from his eye. "My good fool," said a learned bystander, "Your operations are mad." "You are too candid," cried the candid man. And when his stick left the head of the learned bystander It was two sticks.