• One day
    I asked myself:
    What would it be like to sing?
    So I sang,
    And I sang,
    If only to see what to see what is was like.
    'And if I were to dance?'
    So I lifted up my arms,
    Twirling and hopping,
    Like I thought a ballerina would.
    After a while,
    I stopped,
    To take a breath,
    and I asked to myself once again:
    Would a mother's kiss make everything alright?
    Oh-so-determined,
    I pranced outside to walk to the park.
    Laughing,
    Lots of it,
    Could be heard.
    A group of children were playing,
    Until one fell over,
    And hurt his knee.
    In a flash, his mother came by his side,
    Comforted him,
    Then bandaged his boo-boo and kissed it twice for luck.
    I watched them for a bit more,
    Before strolling through the playground.
    A clump of big,
    Snarly,
    Old trees lay by the slides,
    so I walk over to them,
    Wondering:
    'How high could I climb?'
    And so I did,
    Huffing,
    And puffing,
    Up to the highest bough:
    I could see the world through the eyes of a bird.
    And the last question came into mind:
    'Can I fly?'
    So I spread my arms and jumped,
    Flying high,
    High into the sky.