Island Hopping

Someone told me a story once

About a genius and a dunce

Both had stories, both had problems

Both would whistle while they worked

And while each resigned to their own corners

Which to us would seem like borders

They sure could learn a lot

From each other

But would they ever meet and greet

In the fields or in the street

Maybe in another life

Maybe on a desert island

And if stranded on some plot of land

Surrounded by sea, ice or sand

Maybe they could help each other

Both can tie knots like an expert