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de Trout Fishing in America

I used to be invisible,
A shape changing magic kid
I could move at the speed of thought
And frequently I did

But my greatest accomplishment
Was a slow and looping glide.
I saw the tops of everything
Back when I could fly

I'd take my daily nap
On the highest leafy branch
Then follow shooting stars
On a comet's firey lance

I was quite the prodigy,
When I owned the sky
I never thought I'd have to walk
Back when I could fly.

Keep your eye on the ball,
Your feet on solid ground
Always sit up straight and tall
And never make a sound

In just a few short years,
I learned not to be a child
And I forgot the things
I had when I was wild

Now my child, you'll learn arithmatic
Coloring and sports,
You'll have a flare for nouns and verbs
And be late with book reports

But inspite of all the rules
That bind your wings so tight
I hope you don't forget about
The days when you could fly

I'd take my daily nap
On the highest leafy branch
Then follow shooting stars
On a comet's firey lance

I was quite the prodigy,
When I owned the sky
I never thought I'd have to walk
Never had to try,
Back when I could fly

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