Was lied to oft when I was young:
that age would cool th'impatient tongue;
but I've met men, and women too,
gray-haired with lips like vindaloo.
I've met kids of ten and three
more chill than those of seventy.
Windows are their eyes, it seems,
but curtains draw at triple-teens.
So, littles, when you often hear
that patience is a virtue dear,
know it's true, then hold on tight
to that which keeps your eyes so bright!
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