A Day With Superman
As I make my way down the street
The air is crisp and there's snow at my feet.
Then the crowd's mouths become agape,
And a woman lets out a screech.
A child's trapped with no escape.
Then citizens point at a shape.
It is a bird, not it's a plane.
But wait; it's a man in a cape.
His act is so kind and humane,
The youngster is saved with no complain.
The child's parents' faces glow,
The hero has done it again.
Up, up, and away he goes.
And where he come from, no one knows.
He's just an alien, I suppose.
He's just an alien, I suppose.
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