Fly Poem by David Darbyshire

There was a Little Guy
Who thought he could Fly
He went to a top of a Hill
Man he was in for a Thrill

He got ready, and tightened his Strap
Then started to Flap, Flap and Flap
Slowly, every so slowly, he started to Rise
As he went up, he waved his Goodbyes

When he reached the Clouds
He couldn't see the Crowds
So, he got a little Nervous
And decided to call a Prayer Service

The Prayer Service, said to Him
Things are looking very Dim
Since your half way to Heaven
We open the doors at Seven