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