The Scarecrow's Problem
A black crow landed on the scarecrow's head.
"You can't scare me!," the old crow said.
Down from the sky another crow flew.
"Hmm," thought the scarecrow, "I'm balancing two!"
Another crow sat on the other knee.
"Wow!" went the scarecrow. "Symmetry!"
Crow number five gave the others a nod.
And the scarecrow said, "That is odd!"
The sixth spied a spot on the other side.
"Now," said the scarecrow, "the two halves are tied!"
The seventh flew down and knocked him askew.
Number eight made it even-and he said, "Thank you!"
The scarecrow really tilted when the ninth crow came.
The tenth crow's arrival made the two sided the same.
"This is the life!", the scarecrow said,
Friends all around from my toes to my head!"
Then the straw in his nose caused the scarecrow to sneeze.
Away flew the crow from his head to his knees.
"Ahh," sighed the scarecrow, "when all is said and done,
There's something to be said, for now there are none!"
~D. Cooper