Have you ever had
A confiding chat
With a less hearing ear?
It amazes me how it thinks;
An owl’s ears are just too deep
To pick her sneaking screaming sound.
Though it’s like the faith of snails
With hope to sing like a lark
It amazes me how it fails
to admit her hearing condition.
By stretching her throat to her ears
She tries to trade place with me
Placing me in her hearing loss.
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