You are my everything that I am not Mr. Flying Man
Your fast, and I mean come on you can fly
Where did you come from and who the heck sent you?
Benedict? John? Or maybe my very own Mom?

One day Mr. Flying Man I will be fast just like you
That day will come and I will say hi and just fly on by

Oh when that day comes Mr. Flying Man
Then maybe I can truly see through your thick feathers.