The Wisdom of a Child

Is there any wit and wisdom
flowing from the mouth of a
four-year-old child that can
possibly be trumped by that 
of an elderly sage?  Not too likely, 
for the impetuosity of a child's 
unique discoveries and the 
sagacious interpretation of a 
precocious sprite exudes a
freshness of perspective and
realization lost on the gnarled
and wearied experience of the old.  
There is not an iota of contest 
between the tabula rasa rapidly 
gorging itself with impressions and 
rare discoveries and the wired map 
of the continental brain of the
ennui-burdened of mature sobriety.