Look, up inthe sky. It’s a bird. It’s a plane. Oh, nevermind, it’s just an egret.

Look, up inthe sky. It’s a bird. It’s a plane. Oh, nevermind, it’s just an egret.
Kite One to air traffic control, wake up guys, it’s getting a bit crowded up here.
Sing it with me: Off we go into the wild blue yonder, Climbing high into the sun.
Thoreau was right: “Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth.”
Thoreau was right: “Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth.”
The Bard of Avon was right, My soul is in the sky!
Look, up in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s … another egret with no map.
Hey, even a high flying bird has to start somewhere. See if you can keep up.
Rumi was so right: “We eat the clouds and evening light.”
Mom always said “the sky’s the limit for you, little one.” Who knew she would be so right?