Where I Like to Be
I like to be
Out on the sea
With sailors
Who tailor my suits by the shore.
I like to stand
Feet in the sand
While they mumble and bumble
Doing my chore.
I like to fly
Up in the sky
With a bird
Who is heard
All over the world
I like to soar
Looking for more
While he tweedles and twiddles
His winged arms curled.
I like to think
Writing in ink
Could bring me away
From this very grey day
I like to wish
That with a swish
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