Mostly a relic today, If you were aboard the largest of me In nineteen thirty seven, You might be climbing the stairway to heaven.

I lived. I died. I turned to stone. Now time has made my silence known.

Neon leg warmers and this accessory were all the rage back in the eighties. . Oh what a feeling!

Grey giants of the land, they wear ivory crowns and parade with grace, trumpeting tales of ancient wisdom while their enormous shadows dance in the savannah sun.

My cradle is flame, my shroud is ash, yet from my end new wings I flash. No grave can hold me where I lie, what am I that cannot die?