I don't think God needs help from human pride
to bolster His self-worth or dignity
(who made the elephant, sequoia tree,
Niagara Falls, auroras, Moon and tide),
nor Sunday best to jog his memory
(poor old Creator) lest he have forgotten
fur, gold, pearls, silk, wool, Egyptian cotton,
which brand names are in, which history;
      Rather I think we may be baby clowns
      like parrots, piglets, porpoises, primates;
      So I'll squawk raucous praise in my own voice
      (swinging from branch or flying upside down)
      of Him Who condescended to our hate
      to teach us earth-bound apes to dare rejoice!