- The Owl and the Fool
This is a story, well it's really a fable,
about a large owl perched atop the king's stable.
And then there is Tom, the poor fool of the town,
who set out to prove horses must sleep lying down.
See, Tom heard a rumor that they slept while standing.
so late he set forth and crept out 'cross the landing.
Tom wasn't a common fool, quite curious was he.
He just had to find out if this rumor could be.
He approached the barn door, and he almost went through,
when the owl on the rooftop let out a "Who?"
He was taken aback. Then he looked all around,
announcing himself as the fool of the town.
The owl was unmoved and it called out thrice more.
"Who, Who, Who," it declared from atop the barn door.
He's rhyming thunk Tom as he searched for the caller.
Spotting the owl, he let out a hollar.
"You look like a gnome, or maybe an elf.
But the only fool in this town is myself.
"Who, Who, Who," cried the dark and mysterious bird
only knowing one call, only knowing ong word.
Puzzled and angry, Tom yelled "I'm the fool!
The only fool present except maybe YOU."
"I think you are possibly more foolish than me!"
He screamed at the owl as it flew to a tree.
"Be quiet you elf or you'll wake up the town.
You must know who I am so just settle down."
Again the old owl cried, "Who, Who, Who, Who,"
as Tom sat by the barn wonderin' what he should do.
An angry fool did Tom become while picking up a brick.
He thunk to himself along, alas that this might do the trick.
On the next "Who" that he heard, he tossed it with a frown.
The large owl flew away. The brick came crashing down.
Now, as poor Tom looked up, he saw one last sight.
The brick hit his head, knocked him out over night.
As the morning appeared, the kind smithy soon found him.
He knew Tom was weird, but he still tried to rouse him.
As he doused him with water, Tom finally came to,
but all he could answer and remember was, "Who."
The ending's a good one. It's happy not fowl.
Tom, no longer the fool, was promoted to owl.
The moral of this fable? Well, don't waste your time
sitting around reading meaningless rhymes.
The town in the story is still seeking a fool.
If they had elections, I would nominate YOU.
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