Are we all doomed to be tiny heroes?

Are we all born to be limited souls?

Are we paced to plod just a little high?

Are we ever permitted to bow low?

If so, on all of these things

Then who, who holds the cables

And how, as it is in this humanity

Can tired woes keep from breathing?

Break the bridge and know you’re home

Break the bridge and stammer

Find the time to right the stein

And drink long and drink long

And stay there and settle in

Field the whole, hunt them all

Just show them merry

And model something truly grand