Wisdom of Our Elders
The Wise Old OwlMy maternal grandpa taught me this poem when I was about 6:
A wise old owl
He sat in an oak
The more he heard
The less he spoke
The less he spoke the more he heard
Why can't you be like that wise old bird?
At that age I really didn't understand it but liked the owl idea and memorized it.
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