Ask Me No Questions




Everybody knows that certain age
When children reach the inquisitive stage,
When with every answer, every reply
The child asks once again, "Why?"

"Why is the sky above so blue?"
So you say, "The atmosphere (which is true).
It makes that color reach your eye."
The child stares blankly and then says, "Why?"

"Because of refraction, or something like that.
Now, if you're going outside, put on your hat."
But the child sees through your subject change try,
And defeats your attempt with another "Why?"

"So you don't catch your death of cold."
Then you mutter, "This is growing old."
Hearing this, the child, so sly,
Continues curious torment with, "Why?"

"Why what?! Why do I bother?"
Frustrated you, the child's father.
"Before you decide to ask another,
Why not take it to your mother?"

You let the thought in child's head bloom,
Then child toddles off to the next room
To inquire of Mother about the sky,
In particular, its blueness and ask her, "Why?"
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