The Man And The Philosopher. Poem by David Taylor

A philosopher and his friend, a man
went camping in the open fields
and pitched a tent most fine
(they didn't like hotels or camper vans)
to keep them warm and covered clean.
They settled down in the eve
and went to sleep with ease.
But in the depths of dark
the man awoke with a start,
called to the philosopher
tell me what do you see?
The philosopher said he saw
millions of stars, maybe even more.
The man said what do you deduce from that?
The philosopher thought a bit
and said, well with so many stars
some must have planets perhaps like ours
and perhaps a few
they may have life just as we do.
The man replied, well what I think
is someone stole
the bloody tent!