Hey little boy
with the bowties to spare
Perched on the rooftop,
the wind in your hair
We tell you jump and you do it on cue
You fly alone
but you know we love you
Flying, jumped
he did not fall he's smiling
laughing at it all he is
Flying, tripped
he did not fall
he is smiling
laughing at it all
Don't call him midget
and say he's a dream
He doesn't listen,
his concience is clean
ask him a question,
for he wrote the map
This time you saw him
he sat in your lap
He's flying now,
he'll show you how high
He always asked,
Oh, do clowns die, Daddy?
Usually they die mysteriously
Nannies and barbers
all cried at his death
It really wasn't
his christening dress
Flying, jumped
he did not fall,
smiling laughing at it all
he is
flying tripped he did not fall,
he is smiling
laughing at it all