birthday poem from BH

There was a boy, as little as could be.
He had a dream, bigger than his soup of pea.
Many told him, it just could not be.
He was like a flea in the middle of the sea.
Tried he did, one time two and three.
As graceful as a rock thrown from the tree.
Yet he goes on in glee.
That one day, perched on tree, more than a
flea, an eagle he will be.