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! |
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