Donning aviators, rising high above the clouds
A foggy paradigm engrossed my world
Flying rings and figure eights, I saw the ground
Far below, from every angle, and I also saw the sky
That frightening monstrosity which daunts at best
Is scaled by countless overcoming weight - a medium

If, perhaps, an ant my diligence is my winter's fare
And harbour no contempt for the zesty grasshopper
Who keeps me good dinner company through icy air
And aids in overcoming mounds
By balancing duties with leaps and bounds

But what child is this for whom retreat is no option
Whose older brother knows everything at fourteen
Though when he wages war on tea time her dolls are
Armed to the teeth
And in condition surrender, they find common ground

Overcoming medium
Large propensity
Is found