“Why’s the sky blue?” said the kid to his dad.
“I’m really not sure,” he confessed to the lad.
“It’s something to do with the stuff in the air.
Beyond that description, I’m not at all clear.”
“Then what makes a rainbow?” the kid tried again.
“Once more, I’m not sure,” Dad admitted to him.
“It’s something to do with the sun, I would think.
You ask some tough questions,” he said with a wink.
“Why does a rooster crow loudly at dawn?
And what makes the white spots appear on a fawn?”
“I wish I could tell you,” Dad said by and by.
“The answers escape me,” he claimed with a sigh.
“You mind all these questions I’m putting to you?
Don’t want to annoy, but I want to know too.”
“Course not,” said Dad. “You just keep questioning.
Without ‘em, then how would you learn anything?”
