If I Could Fly

If one day I learn how to fly
That will be the day that I die
Not because I will fly too high
No, the sun will not fry this guy

I would take off without a plan
Like a wildly shook soda can
I would zoom around the room and...
Meet my end with the ceiling fan

If somehow I escaped the house
I'd help an owl hunt for a mouse
And while distracted by that louse
I know I'd crash into a grouse

If I escaped those deadly birds
I'd laugh at the rush hour herds
And while doing that, mark my words:
Power lines would cut me in thirds

If that's not how my end was met
Then when I was drenched in my sweat
I'd surely have a tete a tete
With a low flying jumbo jet

The End

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