And thinking this, he looks up, spots something from the yard,
A little, tiny man inside a crane, who’s working hard
“Hey, you, who from up high can see so far beyond my stare
Please tell me this, sir: can you spot my future anywhere?”
“Well, no, I am sorry, there’s nothing in sight,”
The crane operator so kindly replies,
“But, if you want, I’ll ask the seagulls what they have to say
They fly much higher than I am and see further away…”
“No, thank you, good sir, never mind,
They look so busy, although that’s kind…”
