Oh To Be A Swift
Oh to be a swift
And tumble in the sky
Quick banks right and left
And climbs from low to high
Moves acrobatic
While hunting in midair
I’d love to fly there too
While the others stopped and stared
In the open spaces
I’d fly with swallows some
With acrobatics too
There maneuvering in the sun
When the day was over
I’d perch in my nest
A little structure I glued
Where I could get some rest