Wisdom

Fourteen merry couples
Lived across the street
Dancing thrice daily
With little white feet
Stomping and stamping
Around the hood
Making sugar from wheat
With a rhythm too good.

Then one cloudy day
The bliss was ended
When Wisdom emerged
With a pointy head, and pretended
To dance like them
And promised to chew
But all it became
Was a pain for the other few
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