The Naddred: Druids:

As they loomed through the sacred grove, With staffs of Oak and Mistletoe, Casting Oghams to the wind, These men are wise with strength within. They know the secrets of the trees, And all the critters that live with these, Once the kings would sort their counsel, But they are the Wren, out from the wing. First Irish chief had three eagle feathers, Where the Bards were called the Fili, In three worlds they would venture, For three is sacred to the order, as is Awen. The king is the eagle in the Duir (oak) But the Druid is the wren that flys out from his wing. /|\ The Native Americans have a similar story it goes something like: As the Eagle soared and was about to claim his kingdom, Out popped a little wren from under his wing, and flew a few feet higher, declaring, yes, gaze upon your king, it is I! In conclusion: It is ok to ride on the coat tail of others as we all do, but at some point, we all must go out there and make our own path, or own inputs. For the wren’s nest is also the Druid’s house.