A greenhorn is not ripe, it’s true.
But ripeness is a state
when fruit get soft and squishy, too.
Pick them when not too late.
Maturity gains by degrees,
by learning gets complete.
Though idiocy can sometimes tease
it will at last retreat.
Youthful green can well entice,
unless it proves too sour.
Young minds give age a pleasant spice
when atmospheres are dour.