Recess at the grammer school swinging on the swingswhen I felt a kind of tingle and out my back grew wings!

So I let go of the chains and let my bottom risethen the next thing I knew I was flying in the sky

The playground aids grew frantic at this unusual displayAs someone yelled, “Get back here, you may not fly away.”

So I tried to do a loop-do-loop before all my friendsand noticed a photographer with telephoto lens.

I saw the headlines in my mind as I jackknifed in the air:Child With Wings it would say, I’d be a millionaire.

I’d buy every LEGO set, three or four go-cartsa hundred brand new pogo sticks, a horse I’d name Dart.

I’d never have to take the bus or eat brocolli againfor I had wings and I could fly away on a whim.

Then I heard the school bell ring—my eyes came from their daze,I was but a child again bound to wingless ways.