Anne's Modernized Fable...

      Willy Wishes on a Star

                      Anne’s Modernized Fables

                      Willy was a robin, as he was meant to be

                  And as a robin he could sing; and he did so beautifully

                  But Willy didn’t wanna sing; he thought it sissy stuff

                 And so he told his Momma Bird “Momma, I’ve had enough.”

                 Momma Bird said “Son, you are a robin! You were meant to sing!

               The One who chooses who you are isn’t you, but the King!”

               Willy replied “Momma, I’ve decided to be free.

                I’ve got a dream in my heart as clear as it could be!

                  “And what’s your dream, silly bird?” Momma scratched her head

                Willy puffed himself up with pride “I’m gonna be a football star instead!”

               “WHAT?!?” Momma Bird squawked “You weren’t made to toss a ball!!

                  Son, you’ll get killed or hurt if not at all!!”

 

              “But,” Momma sighed “If that’s your dream, go ahead and see.

                   Soon you’ll know that it’s a robin you were meant to be.”

                Willy grinned “I know I can do it! I wished on a star!

                    And since I believe in myself I know I’ll go far!”

                   With that Willy flew off, his dream clear in his head

                 Still believing he wasn’t to sing, and to be a quarterback instead.

                     He flew into the stadium chirping happily

                 He thought to himself “Now THIS is who I’m meant to be!”

                Willy returned to Momma, with a bandage ‘round his head

               A skinny leg was in a splint and dragged around like lead.

               Momma grinned “I’m sorry, son. But now do you see?

                 A robin is who you are. Who you were made to be.”

             But Willy wouldn’t listen. “Guess what, Momma? While I was in bed

              Another dream floated by and went into my head!”

               Momma moaned “Willy, bird, this doesn’t sound too good!

             Why don’t you sing those songs again like you always could?”

               Willy ignored her and proclaimed “I wished on ANOTHER star!!

             And now I know I’m meant to be a comedian with a guitar!!!”

               Momma sighed “I know the King will soon show you your path.

            So go ahead and tell those jokes. Make the people laugh.”

              Willy flew away with a guitar slung ‘round his chest

          “The star will help me this time!” he thought “I’m gonna be the best!”

              He flew into a concert hall strumming cheerfully

         “Now THIS, I know, is who I’m REALLY meant to be!”

           Willy returned to Momma splattered from head to toe

          With lots of veggies popcorn and fruit and a smelly tomato

        “All I did,” he bemoaned “was tell the one about the tree!”

         Momma smiled “So now you know a robin is who you’re made to be?”

              Willy almost knew, but not yet quite

           “I,” he announced with glee “have a dream to bull fight!!”

         Momma took her little bird and put him on her knee

          “Son,” she said “That is not what you were made to be.”

            “Stars are alright, but they don’t fulfill your dreams.

        And the King just doesn’t want you to be a comedian, it seems.

            He made you a robin, though you don’t know why

            And robins were meant to sing and to fly!”

        “So if the King made you a robin, then a robin you’ll be!

            Be the best at what you are and soon you’ll see

          That the King knew what He was doing, making you a bird

             And that trying to be something else was absurd.”

              So Willy stopped trying to go his own way

              He sang more beautifully than any bird that day

         His voice rang out over every mountain, and every tree

           “I finally know that THIS is who I’m made to be!!”

               The moral of the story is pretty clear, y’know

            If you’ve got any doubt, then I’ll tell you so.

           It’s pointless struggling against who God made you to be..

          And NEVER tell the joke, the one about the tree.

                                  THE END.