is it winter, is it spring,
shall I whimper, should I sing?
i’m a model, i’m a dwarf,
now my face looks just like Worf,
should i purr or should i scratch,
who would wish to be my match?
lifted up where eagles dare,
I light up as brilliant flare,
now to plunge to depths of earth,
low-esteemed, still lower worth,
back! i’m first to land on Mars,
then plumed plummet, language hoarse,
i to live this in one day;
do you wish to come and stay?
Eric M. Vogt, Copyright 2013