Limerick
There is a man that can fly,
A real Jet man of the sky,
Fusion man Yves
Through air drives,
Like a traveling bird high.
Flying
We are all geniuses today
One by one I observe and say
Breaking rules of what we can
Making abstract of the uncommon
This and that we didn’t know
That it is we must show
Plainly done or complex
Take it easy now relax
Fly me fly me to the moon
Let me pass into deep space
New galaxies I’ll see soon
In their turning many ways
Deep beyond and further still
Where no man has gone yet
Every dream I must fulfill
On my own and with my jet
We have made our day clear
Finding out and all steer
That was not suppose to be
But we anyway did it free
Asking question not of why
Only doing what we try
This is so much fun to feel
Taking off to what isn’t real
We are passing through a stage
All their feeling and debates
Nothing seems unreachable
Not being unmade unteachable
We have made the sky fall
With our inventive certain call
All is undependable on a thought
And that we did or even ought
Fly me fly me to the moon
Let me pass into deep space
New galaxies I’ll see soon
In their turning many ways
Deep beyond and further still
Where no man has gone yet
Every dream I must fulfill
On my own and with my jet
Fly me fly me to the moon
Let me see all the distances
New galaxies I’ll see soon
Let me take my chances
You and I together are
Feeling these times now
Let us hope and reach a star
To all our dreams somehow
Limerick
Thru the sky he'll always go
Fast forward or soaring slow,
Yves man Rossy
In getup glossy,
On his silver wings hey ho!
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