A Wise Old Owl

Today I reminded my daughter about the poem she was forced into memorizing (or we were forced into memorizing it while trying to get it into her short-term memory). Although I often forget in until after I have said something I regret, here it goes:

A wise old owl lived in an oak.

The more he saw, the less he spoke;

The less he spoke, the more he heard.

Why can’t we all be like that bird?

There is you 3rd grade culture shot. I couldn’t find an author (says “unknown”) so lets just pretend I wrote it okay?

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