The Tower and the Falcon

There was a tower, once,

In a London street.

It was the highest, widest, thickest tower,

The proudest, roundest, finest tower

Of all towers.

English men passed it by:

They could not see it all

Because it went above tree-tops and clouds.

It was lonely up there where the trees stopped

Until one day

A blue falcon came flying.

He cried:

"Tower! Do you know you are the highest, finest, roundest,

The tallest, proudest, greatest,

Of all the towers

In all the world?"

He went away.

That night the tower made a new song

About himself.