Oh but to fly
Up into the sky.
Fly in my room,
Land on my broom.
If only I were able,
To fly to my table.
To land on my bed,
And be squashed, dead.
Flying high in the sky,
Straight as a fly.
Up, up and away;
Who's up there?
Can I go out to play?
First you have to pay the fare.
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