There once was a man who had the potential.
To do what he wanted, he had his own whistle.
Living life by the seat of his pants,
No one could stop his one and only dance.
For he did what he felt and he felt what he did
Who could outvote the passion he bid?
But there was more than that, it wasn't hard to see
He spends his life away doing it with glee.
Ever persistent and madly confident,
He'll have his prize if it costs him his lent.
I have no doubt though, I know it'll happen.
He will succeed, and perhaps make captain.
Maybe not captain, there's Nick for that,
Nevertheless, look at the cat under the hat.
For he is merely a part of the costume at hand,
The costume that dresses this almighty band.
There's too much to say and not enough spoken,
If I had my way, they'd have the world's token.
