Banners unfurled by iridescent lights
Scintillating powerful opaline brights
A boy, looking down from a height
Agaze at the audience before him
Only waves of pointy heads, barely dim
Thrusting high, pointing with the right limb
“I AM THE ARTICULATE BOY WONDER
LISTEN AS I BELLOW WITH THUNDER.”
Oh no, a squeaky pubescent blunder.
Chubenn all along 