Expanse of land that would cushion your fall

As you tumble down from the sky

Marble cakes of delicious design and

They're yours, you can fly



I have no wings but I wish that I had

I have dreams about it every night

And I can soar with the wind in my face

On my flight, on my flight



Won't you try and just bother

Won't you bother to care

And then somehow or other

You'll be there



Cotton clouds look like mountainous land

Covered by December snow

And I can see from my majestic view

Down below, yes I know