As I walked, I saw a rise,
Halted my tracks and chanced a look.
And behold, what caught my eyes,
There stood a man beside a rook.

"I bid you, sir, fair luck, good day!
This worthy avian, is he yours?
I'll tarry not, be on my way
Unless, of course, you give me cause."

Then spoke man and bird as one,
"What seek you, o wand'ring gent?
Stay here now and you, old son,
Will learn of what creation meant."

"Secrets of the universe,
Will unfold before you here.
Though we warn you, 'tis a curse,
Exploring things that you doth fear."

Ashen-faced, I fled the scene,
But not before I heard this cry:
"We know not whether you were keen,
But ours not to question why."

Had I stayed, would I have known
Everything life had in store?
But now I am fully grown,
I am content, I need no more.

And yet, I would, if I had time
To walk again that path of old
Pass that pair by, despite their rhyme
For ignorance still has its hold.

For ignorance is bliss.