Sammy Squirrel dreamed of flying. His friends all wondered why he sat crying. When one day an idea came which would make him look insane On a Trampoline he climbed To change his state of mind He stood still as a statue Recalling his macho
He rocketed up towards the sky Where a bird did fly Who was utterly surprised to find a squrrel in the air With the wind whistling through it’s hair A thump on the ground And a crack of a bone The bird was no more for it was dead without a moan
Now Sammy was pleased He sneased He had wings And he could sing But now he could fly His friends all asked why His arms flapped His mother clapped As he flew away To return another day
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