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The Wise Old Man

The wise old man we could call him,
He sits in the fork of a tree so thin;
But why do we think that he is so smart?
He doesn't need to work in a bank or mart.

The wise old owl watches all night,
For food to catch, yet we get a fright;
He doesn't say much, but listens well,
If he could talk, to you he'd tell.

He sits with his eyes close together,
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