Tis Absurd, Cried the Bird". To the Mage
who burned a Sage. "What will you do
when the fire's through?"
"I Will be wise, so sooth you cries."
"What a blast, like that'll last!"
"What should know, a lousy crow. You
shall avow, as I will show, I'll fash a
sash from it's Ash!"
"You've much to learn, you cursed mage!
With little care you burned my Sage! M
very Home, with every Tome, You burned
to feed your Avid need!"
"I did not know, you wise old crow...."
"You still don't know, you are so low!
You must regrow all I know, or feel my
curse upon your purse!"
"I haven't the Age to grow a Sage!"
"It takes a Sage to be a Mage, so learn
the Rhyme of Growing Time."