Let me never be so craven as to be hubristic, crass,
Boastful as my cousin Raven, who (though he’s a silly ass)
Calls himself the Wise, the Clever, poses as a sage and wit—
I should hope that I would never be so wildly full of it—
All my fellows know my talents and my intellect and skill
Well enough that, on the balance, bragging would be overkill.
I prefer a steady diet of humility and style,
Being modest, cool, and quiet, and yet brilliant all the while.
Nah! Just kidding! I’m as happy as ol’ Raven is to brag;
I’m as boisterous a chappie, yelling out from crag to crag,
Tree to tree, tunnel to tower; I’ll announce my greatness, too;
Any reason, any hour, tell you I’m better than you!
Don’t assume because I’m smaller I’m less dazzling or less proud—
I’ll be glad to give a holler, shout my excellence out loud!