There once was a man called Plato

He was ever so full of woe

Even though he was sad


A thought did drive him mad

Now created were his Forms

And this stirred up a storm

Like a mirror of reflection

On which you see perfection

Good was the best of them all

Yet the others you cannot ignore


Of every concept there exists a perfect

Form of this


That you cannot see

Humans can only believe

Empirical evidence is all a lie


'Cause the soul is the inner eye

And it only sees the Truth

Voila, this world is just a spoof

Education is our only hope.