There‘s a philosopher i once met
He showed me many things
He told me things of the world
His face was unusual-
But it could tell a story-- with rich
Detail...in rich detail
Sometimes eating
Sometimes eyes closed
There was always the face
Of his knowledge of things
He never spoke--
He needed not to
He needed not to
He sits in a zoo in north america
Has no other in his habitat
He‘s originally from west africa
West africa
West africa
West africa