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CORA CONN

JOHN WORSLEY SIMPSON
Jun 1, 2019
2 min read

When Cora Conn was very young A month or so ago

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She did things very differently Than she does such things today

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Because there is so much to know, She made mistakes along the way

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She used to think she knew a lot, But she still had much to learn

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Like how much ink will make a blot And why a rock won’t burn

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Of course, she’d never been to sea Or piloted a plane

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Or climbed McKiscoll’s apple tree Or watched a grape-juice stain

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But time has passed as time will do And now she knows much more

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Like how many thing are in a few And why you need a floor

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And how to make a parrot squawk And Cora told me why

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The squeaky noise you make with chalk Is fatal to a fly

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The world is filled with facts like that At least so Cora said,

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Like why a table top is flat And your mouth is in your head

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Cora knows the greatest stuff, A great deal more than I

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Weird things that you can do with fluff And how to spot a spy

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She knows a lot, I’d have to say And she’s learning more and more

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And she said she’d show me how today To make a gerbil roar

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I’m glad that Cora is my friend She’s taught me quite a bit

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Like why the start’s before the end And why a snail can’t spit

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Cora knows the things they don’t Teach you much in school

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She says the reason that they won’t Is just some silly rule

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Cora cannot print too well Or multiply by threes

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And she sure as heck can’t spell Or say her ABCs

But all of the important things, That’s what Cora knows

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Like why a butterfly has wings And how to curl your toes

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We see each other every day And talk of this and that

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I hope we’ll always be this way I hope we’ll always chat

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I hope that things will never change With Cora Conn and I

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And when I find a thing that’s strange She’ll always tell me why

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