They say the eagle is a bird <br /> That sees some splendid sights <br />When he soars high into the sky <br /> Upon his dizzy flights: <br />He sees the ground for miles around <br /> Our house, and Billy Johnson's; <br />But we can not be Eagles, for <br /> That would, of course, be nonsense. <br /> <br />But you and I, some summer day, <br /> Providing we're allowed, <br />Will go up in an aeroplane <br /> And sail right through a cloud. <br />But, if they say we may not go, <br /> We'll stay upon the ground <br />With other things that have no wings, <br /> And watch them walk around. <br /> <br />They say the bottom of the sea <br /> Is beautiful to view; <br />They say the fish, whene'er they wish, <br /> Can sail and see 'it, too,. <br />The shining pearls, the coral curls, <br /> The sharks, the squids, the schnappers, <br />And fish with fins (though not in tins) <br /> And fish with funny flappers. <br /> <br />But you and I, some sunny day, <br /> When weather's in condition, <br />Will go there in a submarine, <br /> Providing we've permission. <br />But if they say we may not go <br /> We must respect their wishes; <br />And you and I will just keep dry <br /> Because we are not fishes. <br /> <br />They say to fly so very high <br /> Is not exactly pleasant. <br />They say to go deep down below <br /> Is not quite safe at present. <br />But you and I don't care for that, <br /> And, if there's time for spending, <br />When work is done, we'll have our fun <br /> By simply just pretending. <br /> <br />The earth is quite a jolly place, <br /> And we don't care for flying; <br />And things that creep down in the deep <br /> Are sometimes rather trying. <br />So, if they'll grant a holiday <br /> Or even only half, <br />We'll lie upon some grassy place, <br /> And think of things, and laugh.<br /><br />Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-and-i-4/
