Want to change the world, there's nothing to it!

Walking along the sidewalk with my friends yesterday, I sang, "Come with me and you'll see a world of pure imagination!...If you want to view paradise..."

Suddenly, before even completing that phrase, something dropped out of the sky! "What? It's not raining," I thought. Looking at my hand where the substance landed, however, I realized that that on my hand was not part of the paradise in my song. No. Rather, it was bird dung so pleasantly given to me as a gift.

"...simply look around and view it!" I continued, with my hand held high, pointing at the world about me, "Anything you want to do it. Want to change the world, there's nothing to it!"

Obviously, that bird wanted, and succeeded momentarily, to change the world--to change my world.