Polynesian god of fertility, Tane
left lofty perch for earth as deign
gathered his subjects and did thus ordain
"we must sing to the heavens in sweet refrain"
"in hope for a blessing of desperate rain"
drought had plagued their grasses hain
fields now barren of vital grain
no bounty to fill and haul in wain
all earthly efforts done in vain
peasantry used all their strength to constrain
that human trait, the urge to complain
but was only hopeless, to hope to restrain
the crying out of voices in pain
man's limitations, Tane would not feign
on such parched, sad soil, could not remain
under dire circumstances, continued urbane
he returned on high to forever reign

in the first garden arose such pain
from Eve to Adam, to Abel from Cain
"sacrifice a lamb", God said, for to gain
in jealous rage, little brother was slain
his brother's keeper, Eden's bane
heaven's tears, earth's stain
cast out to roam upon the plain
and never a blessing from God obtain

there's a river in France, they call the Seine
fishermen fish for their fish with their seine
if their catch is poor, their spirit's wane
for soon hunger pangs drive them inane
they begin acting wildly insane
could wish clear thinking for their brain
since they and the fish are not to twain
go visit a diner and order chow mein

did you see the movie "Citizen Kane?"
or "Tarzan", brushing a lion's mane?
"Rosebud", the antithesis of Kane's vain
as "Boy" was the fruit of time lain with Jane
while Charles Foster would travel by train or by plane
would swing, "Lord of the Jungle," on a vinelike chain

to see a giant crane
clear a city street main
so that the water will drain,
or enjoy the image of a whooping crane
or a weather vane
along a country lane,
it's all in the same vein
you're really quite sane
be you Netherlands dane
or in Madrid Spain
for these visions you rein
cannot cause eye strain

I hope....