There was an old man With a small plot of land Where nothing you could eat would grow. Every season he planted seeds Yet nothing grew but weeds Why this happened, he did not know. One day a neighbor stopped by Walked up, looked him right in the eye And said, “I’d like to help, if that’s okay.” The man made a grumbling sound Mixed together salt with the seeds in the ground Said, “Like you’d know better anyway.” “I would, in fact,” the neighbor replied. “I grow crops of all kinds. “Tomatoes to put on pizzas “And grapes to make wine “I sell my plants all over the town “And sir, I’d really like to help you out.” The man erupted in a fiery blaze. “Be gone, I don't need your advice! “You experts think you're always right. The people on Facebook said That a dash of salt will help my flower bed. And I trust them more than I trust you With your fancy words and your fancy tools!” The neighbor sighed and walked away He couldn’t make this poor man’s day But he knew others would be thankful and listen. The man stomped away from his plot Opened up Facebook again and thought Opinions are as good as knowledge and wisdom.