If

When I look up in the sky
And see young birds passing by,
I often think how nice it would be
If I could fly higher than the highest tree.
I could fly to school
And then back home
And laugh at people who look like gnomes.
I could fly anywhere
And be really free
But I am happy just being me.

Scott Devereux 2B.

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