Just Who Do You Think I Am
I was a very BAD chick-a-dee
so mom grounded me for life
Clipped my wings; now I can’t fly
(I buried my head in shame)
Can't keep both feet on the ground
but man, just watch me RUN
50-60 MPH top end speed
I can REALLY fly (well, ALMOST)
Still pack one hell of a punch
(It’s all in the legs you know)
Ruffle my feathers? Guess what I’ll do?
Kick your ASS til you lay a fat egg...
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2015
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