Gnus Report
One day, two young gnus moved onto the plain.
The two gnus were new gnus to our old neighborhood.
When we heard the news of new gnus around
We feared that the news of the gnus was no good.
But young gnus grow old, and old news grows stale--
The gnus knew which paths they should choose.
There's no more to report at the end of this tale,
For you know that good gnus are no news.
Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2005
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