There once was Why 'round every bend
This Why existed without friend
Its will to know insisted, growing with the thoughts enlisted
With every thought it entertained
Why thought it knew a lot
It came one day asking to play
And so I thought, "Why not?!"
"Why this?!" "Why that?!" "How come?!" - This Why was insecure;
Its knowing without cure; Unassured, this Why's endured
Its trek affords it little rest
So, why do I in it invest?
Is I or Why here at behest?
If I by Why than why am I?
"Oh, my..." Life's quite the quest (ion).
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