I don't know if I told this tale,
Another time; my thoughts regaled.
T'was merely of a passing dream
Which once could almost make me scream
But not with fear, from then or after;
No. It was the sound of laughter!
The dream, you see, in sleep-filled mind
Was one of an extraordinary kind.
We both were walking in the sky?
Alas, you had the skill to fly!
Be heed my warning, I'll make it clear,
My dreams are not prophesies my dear.
So even though you could once fly -
My advice is, please don't try!
