Trudging to grade
School with their heads down,
His two older sisters well ahead
Of him, the boy spies
The small beckoning
Of him, the boy spies
The small beckoning
Hardened mound of sand
At the abandoned building
Site the girls have chosen
To ignore, and which after
Dashing at the speed of light
For all of twenty yards
Yelling his head off,
He now leaps from base
Camp to the summit
In one superhuman bound—
Demonstrating once again,
Esteemed ladies and gentlemen
Of the Faculty of Cognitive
Sciences, that learning by rote
Was, is, and shall forever be
Solely for the pedestrian
Earthbound.
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