If I was kept prisoner on Kilzulahim,
In the galaxy north of Nebula Kozim,
I’d blow up a balloon, tie it ’round my chest.
I’d let out the air from the balloon I’d like best.
I’d fly and I’d soar all the way back to home.
At Earth I’d make jet packs. Galaxies I would roam.
If the weather get warmer, seventy is good,
Of all the things I could do, here are the things I would:
I would swim in a pool. I would run on the ground.
I would write many things. I would record my sound.
I’d leap. I’d hide. I’d bike. I’d throw.
I’d catch. I’d draw. I’d go go go go.
I’d film. I’d build. I’d do my work quickly.
I’d probably run till my sides would feel sickly.
Yeah, summer is great (As hot as it gets.)
See grandparents, visit lakes. Summer’s one of the best.