Oct 2014
A wise old owl sat on an oak.
The more he saw, the less he spoke.
The less he spoke, the more he heard.
Why can't we be like that wise old bird?
The more he saw, the less he spoke.
The less he spoke, the more he heard.
Why can't we be like that wise old bird?
This is not my poem. I found it on Pinterest and wanted to share it. But i did not write it.
