Epitaph of Grandeur- The Mouse that Roared
But Alas, though evolution, circumstances, bad management, self inflicted wounds and other stronger Lions coming onto the scene, I am now a tiny little Mouse. I did have a mighty roar, but now can only mutter a squeak.
Ah well, I can always look back on grand memories of power and Empire, the thin red line, Queen Victoria, Pomp and Circumstance, sing "Rule Britannia" in my North Sea mouse-hole and be careful not upset anybody too much, in case they tread on me.