Someone told me a story once
About a genius and a dunce
Both had stories, both had problems
Both would whistle while they worked
And while each resigned to their own corners
Which to us would seem like borders
They sure could learn a lot
From each other
But would they ever meet and greet
In the fields or in the street
Maybe in another life
Maybe on a desert island
And if stranded on some plot of land
Surrounded by sea, ice or sand
Maybe they could help each other
Both can tie knots like an expert