POEM FOR KARL
Should you spy a bird
With his wing in a sling,
Do not ask him how he got it
For he will tell you.
But if you see that bird
With a golden ring on his wing,
You may ask him where he got it
For he will never, never tell you.
That's the way with birds,
You know,
Always talking of their troubles
And not their treasures.
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