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Is perhaps by answering no,

The world it comes to an end,

And into our hearts are sown,

Little pricks that none commend?



Is it for the use of the old and wise,

That only some do know well?

That, which we ardently deny,

To not all times agreement tell’.



It is the child of two or three,

That learns the words of “not” or “no,”

Upon the parent misery,

Does continue the brattish show.



And brats they are I fear,

That look to the means,

Of “no” brought a tear,

So it’s “yes” to my teens.



And yes continues through the life,

Whether walking, running or falling down,

That may be simply with a wife,

Or running rampant on the town.



But o’er simple it is not,

For sometimes there’s a moment,

To agree is sought,

And prehensile acts that quietly unsobers,

Where “no thanks” is needed,

What to consciously order.



©R.H.Elliott 2003