Father cringes at the question,
Certain of its' imminent asking.
"Dad, why is the sky blue?"
Hoping to delay the answer,
Searching hard for understanding,
Wishing it was asked of someone,
Anyone but you.
There's no time for heavy research.
You should know, must know right now.
No delay, no time to play,
Just have your say and take your bow.
And if by chance one question paves
The way to yet another,
Don't hesitate, do not delay,
Just say, "Go ask your mother."
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