What a strange little world
and what strange little people,
flying high in the sky,
over chimney *** and steeple.

To the eyes in the sky
upon the swoop of a wing,
banking and cutting through strange creations,
watch me“loop”and turn and sing!

What of your day! speak its name?
Tell me dear fellows of the “winds”
tell of the world, of my grass and trees
for the loser of the game rescinds!

Watch me fly, watch me turn,
To the sun yet “never” burn?
Do I not”amaze”your eyes within the winds?
Come tell me of the clouds, and the rolling seas?
For the loser of the game rescinds, Speak!