Net Worth ~ The Land of Tibbets

The Land of Tibbets

Once upon a time, when no one was old,
there existed a land (or so I’ve been told);
a land like no other with fruit on all trees,
with no locks on the doors – for no one had keys.
Where rainbows and sunshine
was always the weather
and people were friends
and friends stood together.
Where kittens could talk
and mountains could sing,
and if you just closed your eyes
you might find yourself King.
No laws on this land
for who needed rules?
you lived right next door,
so you shared all your tools.
You worked very hard
but laughed most of the time.
In most stories you told
you attempted to rhyme.
Now, rich people were rare,
but poor people not around –
and sadness was lost
and happy was found.
A wonderful place to live
(If you could)
and never to leave,
for whoever would?
This land was called Tibbetts,
but no one was really sure why,
and it still would be there,
if no one learned how to lie.
Oh, I forgot just one thing,
as I was talking before –
a simple mistake,
I’ll likely make more –
One law did exist,
but they only had one;
never got in the way
or prevented much fun.
But nevertheless
there was a big sign
that stood ninety feet high
and was carved out of pine.
It stood to ensure
that all people should know
that one law would protect
and conquer each foe.
The law was quite simple,
and written in red;
it stood in the center
and here’s what it said:
“From the day that you’re born
till the day that you die
the only law here
is never to lie.
For lies are the ruin
of wonderful men,
if you do it just once
you’ll do it again.
Little lies hurt but larger lies break,
so let’s end it right here
for all peoples’ sake;
and watch your life will be rich,
and happy you’ll be,
with gifts from each other and wonders to see.”

Poem recited by Michael