His hands hide in side a sleeve
and little feet play with the ground beneath him
while up in the sky is where he wants to be
Time wi will fly
and the win d plays with him
the night wi will gi have himits charm
While he walks home
his heads up in a cloud
he feels his pores fi will up with fresh air
and there is no doubt
that one day he wi will be
where the eye of his telescope has already been
Night wi will pass
but hes a lot faster
no one can do himany harm