I wish I had wings
‘stead of these arm things.
‘Cause I prefer to fly
way up in the sky.
Then I don’t have to walk
I would fly like the hawk.
I would leave the ground
and be sky bound.
I would soar like an eagle
and play with the seagle.
I would fly above
Like a graceful dove.
Maybe I can really fly
with my arms I’ ll try.
