They come in ones, they come in twos
And in hordes - like herds on the loose
Some see that your head is up in the clouds
They’re ready to chop your knees to the ground
“Why are we the only gerbils,” some ask,
“While you’re outta the cage – and in the sun you bask”
“Look at all those gerbils; they look so cute in their cages”
“Not a groan nor sigh, they just keep spinning their wheels”
“Come back in the cage, we’ll paint it silver”
“We’ll even deck the walls with the freedom yonder”
“The freedom you see is not good for your health”
“There’ll be thorns so different from the pillows of the cell”
Some stand there with mud in their hands,
But worry their starched clothes will soil in the sand.
Some take the first flight far into oblivion
“Out of sight, Out of mind,” back-to-pavilion
Some have big mouths – good that they have bigger feet
When they plug their mouths, only their spouses can speak
Some have big noses, that can’t sit still
To enjoy retired life across the seven seas
Some know answers, who cares what the questions are?
How they enjoy ivory-tower-peace is bizarre!
But then there are some, who listen with their ears,
Use their minds and put aside their own fears.
Sounding boards that you can well trust
To give good judgment as they feel they must.
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