The Beautiful Bird
See me climb above,
Them I’d be the queen of the dove.
Once I fly,
A bird would say ‘My, oh my!’
For how my feathers would glow,
And feel the wind below.
Higher and higher I would be,
Nearly touching the sun, oh dear me!
I feel fire hurting my feathers,
As Thor would the weathers.
Falling and falling,
Down, down, down,
CRASH! All The animals came with a frown.