I'm sorry but your brother is quite mad:
He said that one and one is always two;
what's more, that grass is green, the sky is blue.
We'd hope that this was just a passing fad,
but time has shown to us that he is mad.
Within the east, he thinks the sun will rise,
but every night westward he casts his eyes.
Worst yet: He speaks of things as good or bad.
I'm sorry miss. There is no help. He's mad.
In such cases, there's just one thing to do—
He thinks some things are wrong and some things true!—
It's shocking, and I know it makes you sad;
we have to lock him up, for he is mad.
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