the owl

i read this nursery rhyme to w yesterday and i have been pondering it ever since. thought i'd share it:

                                                           The Owl
                                A wise old owl sat in an oak,
                               The more he heard the less he spoke;
                               The less he spoke the more he heard.
                               Why aren't we all like that wise old bird?

something really good for a talker like myself to contemplate:).