My Winged Cycle

Butterflies are so lucky,

I thought as I lay,

They have wings

 And can fly every day.

 

I started wondering,

“What if I have wings?”

Then I could fly,

In big wonderful rings

 

So I sat down on my bed,

And to God prayed I,

And asked him for a flying cycle,

So that I could fly

 

When I woke up the next morning,

And to my garden, I went,

I saw a winged cycle,

Which I knew God had sent

 

So I sat down on my cycle,

And my happiness knew no bounds,

And I slowly started flying,

By paddling from the ground

 

Thus I fly to school

On my cycle every day,

And I am enjoying myself thoroughly

And what else can I say!