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?