Children are not humble; they are
Stubborn and amoral,
Just as the Morays and
Clownfish in the reefs of coral

That prey upon their neighbors
As starving Saxons at a feast.
If I were humble as a child,
I’d throw tantrums at a priest.

I do wish pride could be cast away like
A child’s food when they’ve been excited.
Then, the pangs of injury would
Be not felt when I am slighted.