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A sequel to The Island of Always Summer |
Who's that, so lovable and cute,
So helpless and fragile? Whose voice is ringing like a flute? It is my dear child. I wish I had two mighty wings And always stayed around, To fight away all evil things And keep him safe and sound. |
If Wish is showing you a target,
Your legs and arms get never tired, No cloud can obscure the sight, A heavy bag seems feather-light. Shoes never blister your feet, Neither food nor drink you ever need, Dust won't dry out your throat, If Dream is showing you the road. |
Bees are diligent and smart,
Skillful in construction art, So good at honeycomb cells, But unable of anything else. First, Idea comes by night, With shape and color, shade and light. Next Will, intangible but clear, Leads people through doubt and fear. Then for years working hands Carry out daring plans. |
"Mom, may I go for a fly?"
"U-m-m, you can try." "What shall I do for a start?" "Raise your wings, sweetheart." "And then?" "Lower them." "And then?" "Raise them again." "What if I fall down?" "Then one stops and thinks, How to use his wings. If one wants to fly, There's no other way" "Mommy, may I...?" "Of course, you may!" |