Seven grandchildren, each studying their own science courses
I understand some of them, but am fuzzy about the other sources
astrology is being studied by Ellen, yes astrology
I think of her when I look into the sky; it interests me
Geology makes sense for Brian, he has collected rocks since five
But cryptology for Landon does not make sense or jive
He was never one to keep a confidence or demand privacy of any kind.
Biology makes sense for Dorothy, she has a plant-producing mind.
Drake who adores animals is going into thematic zoology
An herbalist, Jackie is studying of course, herbology
What about psychology? I ask, this was my study of choice.
No, I’m going into glossology, said my sassy granddaughter, Joyce.
Pathology? Psychology? Technology? I ask them and they laugh.
So many ologies, and none of them are taking the exact same path.
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