He left the weasels far below.
They shrieked and spat to see him go,
But up on wings of wind he soared.
And glancing to the righ— starboard,
He saw his goal was drawing nigh:
A zeppelin resting in the sky.
He left the weasels far below.
They shrieked and spat to see him go,
But up on wings of wind he soared.
And glancing to the righ— starboard,
He saw his goal was drawing nigh:
A zeppelin resting in the sky.
I LOVE this! If his balloons popped and he landed in my lap, I’d be SO happy!
He is rather cute, isn’t he?