“Listen up, BIG SHOTS, BIGWIGS, and MUCKETY-MUCKS! What am I dressed for?" I'll ask.Success!" they'll yell.And what do clothes make?" I'll ask.The man!" they'll answer.Then it should come as no surprise when I say,I GOT BIG PLANS! BIG PLANS, I SAY!"I'm in!" says the mynah bird.”

“WHAT? Maybe you didn't hear exactly how big my plans are? Big enough to be PRESIDENT president!" I'll say.But that's my job!" he'll say.Look, are you a naysayer?" I'll say.Do you say 'NAY'? I say." Uh . . . no?" he'll say.Then it's settled," I'll say. You're third in charge, reporting directly to the mynah bird!”

“We declare you the new mayor!" declares the crowd.what about the old mayor?" I'll ask.I'm not the one with the big plans!" he'll say.”

“That's a big love letter," she says, squinting. I know what I'm going to say and for a moment I wish there was a film crew documenting my day-to-day life: "I've got a big heart," I say.”

“Big surprise. You didn't dress up.""I came as Awesome Sauce," I say. "You probably wouldn't recognize it.”

“I got something to say to you, big shot.""Say it, then," I said, "while I'm used to the drone of your voice. I'd rather not get acclimated again.”

“I've got to know that I'm singing something with truth to it. My songs are different than anybody else's songs. Other artists can get by on their voices and their style, but my songs speak volumes, and all I have to to is lay them down correctly, lyrically, and they'll do what they need to do.”