The wise one in the group
The one who wasn’t fooled
Who would not be taken in
Having invented a few
Sure ruses of your own
You could read eyes and faces by
Then but weren’t you
Just a little surprised
A little shocked to find
You weren’t the first to fall
For this spinning world
You with all your kind ways
Grown up now hard as wisdom
In the earning if not
In the dispensing
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