(An ode to the brave caterpillar who landed and held onto a speeding car)
Oh, I sing a tale
Of a knight in a dale
A noble warrior was he
His heart, it was true
And his skin, green and blue,
And his legs numbered 13 and three,
And his legs numbered 13 and three.
Sir Cater was his name
And great was his fame
In the land of Pillar and beyond.
One day at King’s behest
He embarked upon a quest
To cross the Ocean of Pond,
To cross the Ocean of Pond.
Sir Cater, the Brave
Sir Cater, the Strong
Sir Cater, how art thou best.
You fight for your neighbor
And you fight for the stranger
Until that day you take your final rest.
His boat was a mighty frond
As he traversed the Ocean of Pond
To reach the Island Where Youth Is For Aye.
He braved winds, he braved waves,
He braved beasts, he braved knaves,
He nearly sank, but made the shore by and by,
By and by,
He nearly sank, but made the shore by and by.
Sir Cater, the Wise
Sir Cater, the Just
Sir Cater, you are almost there.
Your journey was long
But if you only remain strong
Your reward will have no compare.
He mounted the shore
And began to explore
The Island Where Youth Is For Aye.
He knew not why he had been sent
Only that King was insistent
That he discover on his own the reason why,
The reason why,
That he discover on his own the reason why.
He realized at the last
That his final task
Was to prepare for transformation
Into a Winged Knight
One who would take flight
As Defender of the Realm and of the Nation,
Of the Nation,
As Defender of the Realm and of the Nation.
He ascended The Tree
And dangled from its knee
And cocooned himself from rain and from gust
And he changed, and he grew,
Great things were in store, he knew,
As he slept the sleep of the just,
Of the just,
As he slept the sleep of the just.
Sir Cater of Pillar
Your journey has ended
Your life is no longer the same
Your future is bright
You emerge a new knight
And Sir Butter of Fly is your name.