As our youngsters were relating
In a brisk and breathless way
All the tasks of kindergarten
And a second grader’s day,
They began to have a “rhubarb”,
With opinions far apart.
Then one said, “Let’s go ask Daddy
‘Cause you know he’s very smart.”
Mother watched them from the doorway
As they carried their appeal
To this wisest high tribunal
For his all-approving seal,
And no Solomon was neater
In his great judicial art,
For the litigants left certain
That their Dad was very smart.
Then the judge, though self approving,
Toward the doorway cast a glance,
“Well, that problem, dear, was easy.
It was five-and-ten finance.
But their confidence was warming!
Still I know the age will start
When they somehow won’t rememberer
I was ever very smart.”