When I fly,
Way up,
In the sky.

I look down at people below,
I try to judge,
How much they know.

They are not as lucky as me,
I can fly,
You see.

I am not a bird, I’m a human like you,
But I can run,
And fly too.

Over the rooftops I soar,
I have no,
Troubles anymore.

I soar with the wind,
Oh! What a,
Good mood I’m in.

I may fly over your house too,
If you were me,
Wouldn’t you?

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