Are You NUTS
I want to be the Houdini of Idea
They just didn't know how he did it
How do you imagine such an idea
Do you dream
Oh yes, I dream
Not usually things I write about
Though, some of them
I should
There's the one about the guy, flying
He's in the sixth grade
He flys, as if he's swimming in water
Flying
Fifty-foot high
Over crossing-guards
With white belts, and straps
They look like officers
They're friends, in his class
There's the dog
He wishes he had come
But, what if he fell
Now he has a parachute
You think he needs a helmet
What next
A knife, and gun
You are nuts
Jack Richards
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