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with the jet trails making rabbits in the sky,
don't let the busybodies ask you why
when they mean don't.
Rabbits aren't for everyone
and some won't even try.
for the little boy who's watching from his room,
distract him from the scrubber and the broom,
for what's the harm?
His chores will go much faster
if he spends them shouting 'Vroooom'.
for the runway that is waiting out of sight,
there's no such thing as dark without the light
and what the heck -
perhaps you'll never make it there,
but then again, you might.
but if flying wears you out, then be a swift;
if sleeping on the wing is not your gift,
then press eject -
double check your parachute,
and set yourself adrift.