Once there were four of us,
Me, Myself, and I.
Until, one day,
I attempted to fly.

I jumped off a cliff,
And flapped about.
To be honest you know,
I looked like a trout.

The ground rushed up
As I shot down,
And just as I hit,
I fractured my crown.

Once there were three of us
Me, Myself, and I.
Until, one day,
I attempted to fly.

I climbed up a tree
And hurled myself off.
And all that you did,
Was sit there and scoff.

The pain that I felt
Was rare and intense.
All down to the fact
I landed on a fence.

Once there were two of us
Me, Myself, and I.
Until, one day,
I attempted to fly.

I entered a tower block,
And climbed to the top
And just as I jumped
You begged me to stop

‘Too late’, I thought
As I dove through the air
At this point now,
I simply don’t care.

Now there is one of us,
Me, Myself, and I.
And never again
Will I attempt to fly.

“It’s not in my repertoire”
I said to myself
As the front door slammed
And I fell off the shelf

As I lay on the ground
All crumbled and cracked
‘That penguins can’t fly’
Is a statement of fact!

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