John F Keane’s Self-made Man by GM Jon

He came to us a wide-eyed, noble child Untainted by the words of mortal men; As pure and primal as the tameless wild - An avatar returned to Earth again    He took to reading like a clock to time And learned to run, outpacing any cloud; No sea he dare not swim, nor mountain climb Before he felt the judgement of the crowd   Praise this man who raised himself from naught; Praise this man and all the things he wrought   Self made man - like a summer storm; Self made man - like a flowing stream; Self made man - like a crystal form; Self made man - like a golden dream   This noble soul, elect and innocent  Achieved great things, defying all the odds; Not death itself could halt his bold ascent  Who walks in fame and dwells among the gods.   Praise this man who raised himself from naught; Praise this man and all the things he wrought   Praise this man who raised himself from naught; Praise this man and all the things he taught