BritannicaPublished by Susan on 07/29/2003 (4931 reads)
Sheer knowledge was the goal he sought;
He did not wed, and being thrifty,
A new Britannica he bought,
And settled down, though nearing fifty,
Its sturdy volumes twenty-four
to ponder o'er and o'er and o'er.
He started with the letter A,
And read with ardour undiminished,
Not hesitated by the way
Until the letter Z he finished;
And though some subjects rather irked,
Not even the most dull he shirked.
So every year he made the trip
from A to Z and back returning;
He never once relaxed his grip
Although his midnight oil was burning;
Till grey professors straight from college
Would compliment him on his knowledge.
Yet he was happy all the while
Though little lucre he was earning;
And he would tell you with a smile:
"Life's truest treasure lies in learning.
What satisfaction it can bring
To know something of everything!"
And so he read and read and read
To slake his thirst for information;
But when they told me he was dead
How I was filled with consternation!
To think his store of learned lore
Was lost, alas! for evermore.
So his Britannica I bought,
Of knowledge to acquire a smatter.
Alas! it gather dust a lot,
but I reflect - what does it matter?
On brain of scholar, sot and swine,
(On his replete, and arid mine)
With equal zest the worm doth dine.
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