Tall Oaks from Little Acorns grow.

David Everett (1769-1813)

You'd scarce expect one of my age
To speak in public on the stage;
And if I chance to fall below
Demosthenes or Cicero,
Don't view me with a critic's eye,
But pass my imperfections by.
Large streams from little fountains flow,
Tall oaks from little acorns grow.

I'm a little acorn!! Woo Hooo!!!