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

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

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

So I tried to do a loop-do-loop before all my friends
and 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-carts
a hundred brand new pogo sticks, a horse I’d name Dart.

I’d never have to take the bus or eat brocolli again
for 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.

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