I was just looking through some old (very old) figurines when I saw the canon and a piece of yellow clay. It reminded me of a silly little poem by Joachim Ringelnatz called "Es war eine gelbe Zitrone" (I tried to translate it as best as I could^^):
There was a yellow lemon
lying under a canon.
Therefore (if it was thinking at all)
it believed to be a canon ball.
But the gunner in the first row
the difference did know.
Also mentioned in this song hence
a difference is no overence.

I know the last line doesn't make any sense but neither does it German xD
And since I was feeling a little bit silly I thought I'd just post it ;P