The bird flew over the century, Drifting through the sky and looking down unto the ground To peer at things gone by. A great city there, With giant buildings, Cars and trains galore A horseless carriage, A single man knocking on a door A farmhouse small Alone it stands surrounded by open space The first one built upon this land By a man with endless faith A pioneer in  a wagon comes With little to his name Surveying the land, He calls it good And so he stakes his claim. And so the city there was built As he drove spikes into the ground Foundation laid and city made Though no one was around.