The haughty wisdom of the west,
Makes for both a sweet and terrible quest,
And what is this quest but a search for the best?
Among of which included are the words on thy crest…
“Because a lark doth sing,”
“Whilst the bell will loudly ring,”
And though these thoughts be mere irritants, much like a ping,
They will continue to echo softly, with all of their magnificence and a ring a ding ding.
Oh the wisdom of the young, the wisdom of the old,
Always putting other thoughts of yours on hold,
“Because of one thought, merely so bold,”
Could once now, and then again, ever be sold…
But alas you seek to preserve anew,
What you inevitably evermore deigned to be threw…