The meople people were a mole-like crew

Of folks who lived in the earth

They dwelled underground and none of them knew

What seeing above was worth.

But one day the meoples’ dark home was destroyed

And the meoples were forced above ground

Where the rocks and the puddles were hard to avoid

Without eyes to help meoples see ‘round.

But luckily in their new land of sunshine

Ocular trees grew in the wild

They blew over meoples and each would assign

New eyes to each new meople child.

The grown meople people still could not see

But now they knew seeing was good

So they thought of a scheme where eyes would be free

If each meople child gave as she should

An eye lottery, some meoples proposed

To take an eye from each child who had two.

Who’d object to this law? Who’d be opposed?

Support for the ocular plan grew

“The ocular trees will all set us free

If only we all face the facts”

“With the ocular fruit every meople will see

If some meoples agree to a tax.”

“The luck of the trees is unfair,” they agreed

And being an equal and fair minded lot

They gladly gave eyes to each meople in need

Because that is what meoples were taught.

What happy lives the meoples did live!

Where everyone shared what they had.

Where each young meople would merrily give

An eye to his meople comrade.

If we think of the meoples, it must be conceded.

Fairness isn’t just for this fable.

Everyone could get whatever she needed

If each gave as much as she’s able.