How Do You Think I Got Smart
What are you doing, grandpa? His little hooter grandchildren asked with heart.
I am studying geology, their grandpa said, so I can tell rocks apart.
But why? They wanted to know. We always thought that you were smart.
How do you think I got this way? He said reaching for a new book from the cart.
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