The King of Birds took up his sword
And cast his solemn vow.
No mortal men shall say his name,
Else he be stricken down.
And all his jesters clapped and cheered
For speech was freed that day
Except for all the speech
They didn't want someone to say.
But John Mastodon, his eyes afire
Grinned his tusky grin, elated
"I am no mortal man," said he.
"I am... federated."