Sometimes very little folk

Have insights all their own.

And sometimes they are more profound

Than when they are full grown.

One day, as I spoke about

A friend whose will was strong

And how he’s very certain

He never can be wrong.

My little one just listened

With pensive concentration

And wistfully did answer

With the following observation.

“What a pity, Mother dear,”

She said with grave concern,

“If your friend is never wrong,

How then can he learn?”

– Janet Bedley