Two siblings parted in a late
and both prospered
Rather than let a surplus rot
and squirrels hoard.
If squirrels were big and brainy
and we were not,
they’d find it easier than us
to leave the pie in the cupboard
the tar in the sand
the oil in the shale
the coal in the crust.
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