"Don't bother your father with question, Ervane,
He's tired of hearing you ask to explain
Why fishes can't walk or ride on the land?
How lizard and fleas can live in the sand?
What causes the sun to set in the west
And always to sleep in one golden nest?
When will the time come for children to fly
And play in the clouds with the birds in the sky?
Such foolish, vain questions, they trouble your dad
And sometimes I fear they make him quite sad."
"No, Mother," replied the inquisitive lad,
"It's the answers, not questions, that trouble poor Dad."