Like the Solomon of fowl Sat a wise old owl
Perched in a Sycamore tree, While the moonlight glimmered
And the starlight shimmered, These words he spoke
to me:
"I guess you've heard I'm a wise old
bird, And if wisdom you would find... Always look
for the best And your life will be blest, To all
others' faults be blind.
"In this life, I know
You will find it so That if you think kindly of others,
You'll soon find that it's true They'll think kindly
of you... Praise your sisters and your brothers!"
You may think me a fool - Owls don't talk, as
a rule, But in solemn tone he said: "Don't be
quick to enact Words you'll wish to retract, Dwell
upon the good instead!"
Though I hate to admit
it, I could see, once I did it, What that wise
owl said was true. Your faults I'll overlook 'Cause
it says in The Book What you sow comes back to you!
Now, if you will agree With what he said to me,
Then my faults you will ignore... Like that sage
bird said We'll both come out ahead If we judge
less, and praise more!