You can't go far
Down on all fours,
Drooling and babbling
And hugging the floor.
I see you're stumbling
On your Jango legs,
You'll fall if not careful
On your new paradigms.
Now you're leaving
With stature and grace;
You pirouette, glide,
You've found your own pace.
You will return,
Of that I am sure,
With one of your own
To crawl on my floor.