There is a man who went to Harvard. He wrote all the text books of the future and wrote all of the adages of tomorrow. This guy was in of himself a true prophet for the race to come. But that said, poor Harvard had to live on Peach Tree Lane. It was so bad that Harvard cut down all of his cherry trees and built a dog house in his backyard. The dog he bought was a sad breed. It had boils on its arms and it had ferocious knotty hair as well. Too bad that our Friend, Harvard did not really like to take the advice of the professors he once knew at Harvard! Poor man was busy with his own feelings and his own truculent dreams to confer with the truly wise and now he lives somewhere that he just can not get used to. But that said, I believe that the future is bright for Harvard. He skis on Fridays and he eats good foods during the week. He works hard on his dreams and he uses all the cotton in the field to play his baseball games by making bases to run on out of cotton and the other good things in life.
So if you know a fellow like this fellow, Harvard, ... pay him some good respect. He really works hard and though he can not see the light, the light never goes away.
No comments:
Post a Comment