One day I was walking
Not too far from the Tower
As I came nearer
I looked up
And there I saw him
The Trumpian Bird
Behold the sight of me!
The Trumpian Bird exclaimed
For nobody does it better!
And then he striked
Like Thunderball
And the great men of the age
Kings, priests, and scholars
They flocked to the
Trumpian Bird
And they kissed his claws
Exclaiming their admiration for the bird
And while the animals of the forest whined and shouted
And marched throughout the trees
The Trumpian Bird stood in its greatness
And looked down upon the masses and laughed
For it had won
And as the rain poured
The Trumpian Bird began to fall
And I said
“They’re a rotten crowd!
You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together!”
And then just before I began to fall myself
I saw the Trumpian Bird’s wings begin to flap
And I realized that greatness would not fall so easily
As the shoulders of the giants we stand on
Can always give a little nudge