She was wise, but wasn’t happy.
I think she knew too much.
All that knowledge made her sappy.
Alone and sad and such.
She was searching for the common.
Someone plain and twice as thick.
I slid down from the tree tops.
But my sight just made her sick.
So I went back to the jungle.
God knows I really tried.
Left her reading at the library.
Laughed so hard, I almost cried.