Many years ago, children would gather round me every Saturday morning, breakfast in hand, whilst I animated their day.

A game made for kings To test one’s whit You pull the strings But Sometimes it makes you throw a fit

In ancient halls of wisdom, his thoughts bridge east and west, a sage whose proverbs still teach the test of life.

Inked tales of yesterday, delivered daily. Those in the know will be found whispering truths and tales, its viewpoint capturing the world in black and white.

Were they here before? Many cultures think so. When distant designs align, some claim it must so. I know they exist, that part feels fact, but have they touched Earth? I still await proven fact.