A cab driver friend of mine
taught me a little rhyme
while driving home from school today
and it was cute, that i must say
about a bird who learned in time
what i did like in that same rhyme!
So here it is:
There was an old owl who lived in an oak
The more he’d seen the less he spoke
The less he spoke the more he heard
And that’s why they call him a wise old bird.
The moral of the story is: GO LIVE IN AN OAK!