Man of metal chopping down trees,
man of flesh applying the squeeze
the difference just seems minute
except the second is a brute.
They both are in need of a heart.
But that's when they are set apart
For the tin man really has it.
The second man is too unfit.
"Who is more human," we ponder
the metal man with some wonder
or one of flesh and blood and bone,
the one whose heart seems made of stone?
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