Know It All

There lived a naïve know-it-all
Knowing he didn’t know much at all

The pride of knowing took a big fall
When what he wanted he did not get at all
Know it all then curbed his ego and all
It was a question of feeding him big tummy after all

The know-alls his guides made him to his mind call
What he had suspected after all
That he didn’t know anything at all

He ate dust and ground his nose to know all
And when his nemesis know-alls met their fall
He thought now I know something after all

That false notion soon led to his very downfall
But survive he did, he had learned well after all

Now, claims does not he make tall
For he doesn’t want to once again crawl
How will he then, he cries, ever free his soul?
In this search, knowing, yet he feigns not to know at all