I wish I had wings

‘stead of these arm things.

‘Cause I prefer to fly

way up in the sky.

Then I don’t have to walk

I would fly like the hawk.

I would leave the ground

and be sky bound.

I would soar like an eagle

and play with the seagle.

I would fly above

Like a graceful dove.

Maybe I can really fly

with my arms I’ ll try.