If only we could fly like those that tweet or hoot without aid of jet or parachute
For I sure don't like wings that boom and roar just so they can take off and soar
Ah, to fly without petrol, diesel or fuel Oh, to halt that taloned midair duel *
Birds they don't pollute the air nor need they any airline fare
So if only I too could rise and glide and let the wind be my sole guide
I'd be happy to fly all the way to 'em' faraway stars if I was assured I'd risk no charring scars.
Flying without aviation formalities I could be sightseeing many more cities
Ah I so wish to fly just like a jay or jackdaw Then I'd fly across all and every border For I'd know nor follow no man-made law!
If only we needed no darned immigration pass or visa We could have visited so many more touristy places Say even the spectacular and popular pyramids of Giza And we could have known different cultures and races Ah, a stylish photo next to the leaning tower of Pisa And return with exotica like a framed pic of the Mona Lisa
*the. Starred line refers to the amazing midair talined fight btw eagles I watched on the telly.
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