An Essay

In sixteen hundred seven

They sailed the open sea

For glory, God, and gold

And The Virginia Company

For the New World was like heaven

And they'd all be rich and free

Or so they had been told

By The Virginia Company

For glory, God and gold

And The Virginia Company

On the beaches of Virginny

There were diamonds like debris

There were silver rivers flowing

And gold you'd pick right off a tree

With a nugget for his Winnie

And another one for thee

And all the rest would go

To The Virginia Company

It's glory, God and gold

And The Virginia Company

This should earn me an A on my test tomorrow, yes? Hope so because it's about all I've got right now. I think it's quite lyrical. Someone should make a song. And a video. And add in Mel Gibson's voice.

Oh, okay, I'll do it.

Or, rather, the inaccurate cartoonists at Disney will.

I mean, come on, John Smith had red hair.

I could use that in my essay.

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"If the savage one is me, how can there be so much that you don't know?"

Eat. It. John. Smith. Oh, wait, in actuality you don't have anything to eat.

Well then, go frolic with Pocahontas (who will eventually marry your friend, who saved the colony by planting tobacco). I mean, have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon or asked the grinning bobcat why he grins?

Smell the roses, man. And for once never wonder what they're worth.

Because you can own the earth and still all you'll own is earth until you can paint with all the colors of the wind.