Is nobility a bird that flies
Free from fierce societal ties?
Or is it a flower that never moves,
That many smell, and never dies?
To say a deed is nobly done,
Was it from a mighty one?
Was it performed by a great king,
A man at arms, or a ruler’s son?
Is nobility only handed down –
Inherited with a golden crown?
Or is it won by the edge of a sword
By deeds that boast of great renown?
Could it be worn like a jewel?
Can it be found in a fool?
Is it only seen in the stately courts
Of the rich, and those who rule?
Is nobility a high-spirited grin
On the brightest faces of our kin?
Could it be suppressed or lost
As something that is wrought within?
