Flying Birds lucky do
Ein Gedicht von
Simon Käßheimer
Fly Bird fly;
God send you massiv Wings.
High in the Sky;
your’s - the easyest of Things.
Fly Bird fly;
don’t ask so on and why.
Fly in the Sky,
your’s – the Luck; is always shy.
Fly lucky flying Bird,
Today the Day’s no Dirt.
Fly higher than,
there’s nothing us can hurt.
Fly fly fly,
higher than high.
Lucky flying Bird;
why is Lucky Thing so you so shy.