When an excellent student is taught how to fly
By someone who knows how to, the sky is a place
Full of wonder unending, and life is a dream.
Foreign lands are attractive and sometimes extreme.
But it’s worth all the trouble. The danger I face
 Makes me strong in the long run. My wisdom is why.

I remain ever youthful. The folk that I know,
Having countenance similar, never grow old.
So, how can such a young boy be thought of as wise?
It may be that the answer comes as a surprise.
Keep your spirit aloft. Don’t let your heart grow cold,
And seek out all the best ways in which you may grow.

Prim and proper I am. And as others see me
At my best, I’m respected. They know I can lead
Any group with profound courtesy of intent.
Righteousness is the reason that I represent
Every right to be carefree and absent of need
To be other than oneself is destined to be.

Homecoming celebration with joyous fanfare
Is a fair expectation. By magic I live
In a world unencumbered by fear of the dream.
One can’t be creative if life looks like a scheme.
All creatures have uniqueness and kindness to give.
What I care about mostly is what I’ve to share.