Philosophers famous for using their eyes
To tell them the diff’rence between truth and lies
Will tell you to sharpen your reason with vision
To get where they’re at - to rise where they’ve risen
But some will say that it’s not vision so much
As the skill to philosophise as if by touch
That has given them truth, that has brought them the light
As if thinking is really some kind of a fight
And still others will swear that their ears are the key
As they listen intently to ev’ry decree
For the chorus they hear is a wonderful song
It’s a symphony playing that cannot be wrong
Yet there’s also the type who will point out with haste
That philosophy’s merely a matter of taste
We are all just as smart and it’s really quite fine
That we all know enough - we cannot draw a line
But when all’s said and done, as we look o’er the field
To see all of the fruits that our thinking might yield
While we’ll always find thorns as we search for the rose
The most sense we can make, we can make by our nose
Copywright, patent pending, and if you use this for a greeting card I’ll find you, Faust D. Fiore 200-sixer
Should anyone wish to respond, I respectfully request they do so in rhyme. Just for shits and giggles.
