I heard a tale of a man with a mind so keen,
Whose face, like Megamind’s, made quite a scene.
Though I sometimes feel like a train rolling fast and strong,
Meeting him felt like seeing but being blind all along.

He spoke like a sage, with words of great power,
His voice like a ringing bell at the top of a tower.
I wondered how his ideas could scatter my own,
Like a sick tick dazed by sunlight, overthrown.

Then he said “twin score,” and I nearly fainted away,
My thoughts in wonder, like a bird poised to play.
But life goes on, as they always say,
So I regained my senses and started on my way.

Let us thank the Originator, who made this wondrous land,
And all those who have painted its many hues by their own hand.
For we have journeyed far, and still have far to go,
We must swim towards benevolence, and let kindness flow.

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