In a small town not far, lived Conor so grand, A curious boy with a question in hand. "Why does the sun set? Why does the moon glow?" He'd ask all day long because he wanted to know.
His house was a hub of marvelous sound, A cacophony where knowledge was found. With books scattered here and jokes told out there, His laughter and wonder filled up the air.
"Did you know that an octopus has three hearts?" He'd share with his friends, as they made crafts and art. Or "A group of crows is a murder, you see!" Conor was as curious as curious could be.
He loved all the animals, from big to quite small, From the giants of the ocean to insects that crawl. He'd tell you cool facts, like how bats use their ears, And how chameleons change color, oh the things you'd hear!
When it came to telling stories, oh, Conor was ace, With a sparkle in his eye and a smile on his face. He'd tell of brave knights and far-away lands, Where castles were built on soft, golden sands.
But what made Conor special, beyond all these things, Was how he made others feel like they had wings. For every fact shared, or story unfurled, Added a touch of magic to this wide, wondrous world.
So let us all cherish Conor's beautiful noise, His cacophony made from wonders and joys. For a curious mind makes the world so grand, And we're all better off with a Conor in our land.