| Flying Elephants “What does the future hold?” Someone once asked me I looked deep into the back of my mind Said “Flying elephants are all I see.” Big ones, small ones, medium ones too. None of these flying elephants Had on any shoes Then I began to wonder How do elephants fly? Perhaps a feather in their hat Or a hot fresh apple Maybe its fairy dust, Shed by Tinkerbelle It could be a fairytale Or a folk tell as well But then it was clear as day How these mammoths glide Little motors in their ears Give them a chance to fly So, that’s what’s in the future But what’s in store for me? Are only flying elephants Alive for me to see? |
| Your Vision Of The Future. |