I once knew a bird, that thought it absurd that other birds could fly,
So absurd in fact, he’d trudge through mud rather than try,
So spread the word, and it came to be heard by a cat too sly,
Who by the roadside sat and took a nap till the bird walked by.
And absurd I find that absurd we find things just shy,
Why, oh why, without a try do we deem it too high,
A skip , a hop, a quaint little dance of reasons not why,
Only to find that all it took was a little pry.
Photo courtesy of Ron Leishman