When Table Met Head

Now it came to pass before the bird was born, Twas the bird of Alian, a baby forlorn He was a normal little child, or so goes the fable, That is—until mommy left him on the kitchen table If she would have only known what would happen, she would have been wary, For such an instance would be quite a-scary! Such things may change in the life shall he tread, Because of his past, when table met head