1776 - Jefferson, Franklin and Adams

And so they sat, this learned three in full pursuit of liberty, the turkey, eagle and the dove looked down upon them from above. The declaration almost writ they rubbed their chins a little bit; looked heavenward, and there espied their feathered friends, as one they cried: The perfect symbol he would be to represent our great country! His visage shall our seal adorn To celebrate our new land born! But harmony became dissent as three ways now their discourse went; voicing long as they were able - till three bird splats hit the table. Silenced now, the conversation at this triple defecation, the trio must now make a pact: clean up the table, and their act. Full focused now, the case was laid for each bird, compliments were paid, pausing only, eyes a-goggle at the turkey’s goofus gobble. Despite their eloquential might they could not make their choice take flight; just as they made their virtues soar another splat would hit the floor. The birds, enjoying now this game attempt to calibrate their aim; to make their mark and thus complete the declaration at their feet. The Dove, descending from his perch aghast at our trio’s besmirch; peppering poop across their stage like little stars across the page. The turkey, not to be outdone slicked back his crop and took a run; with several rather clumsy wipes he bathed the document with stripes. The Eagle watched with some disdain his adversaries stock now wane; their lust for glory now long gone - he knew he was the chosen one. The Eagle may have won the day his image is still used today; but Dove and Turkey may still brag - they made the stars and stripes your flag.