A wise old bird


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!