With one more thing to do in this journey to prove
Living life down on the farm
Spied his mother’s sheets blowing in the breeze
Grabbed one and headed for the barn

He'd dreamed the likes that he could fly
From the earliest of age
With the sheet he had tied around his back
He began to ascend the bales of hay

Once at the top and seeing the drop
It didn't scare him a bit
Because hero's are made to save the day
And only losers quit

With a running start he played the part
And flew out over the edge
Doesn't take much to know how this would go
As he fell headlong like a ton of lead

At that moment he thought he might have gotten it wrong
Yet too late to worry now
What he feels he needs is a bigger sheet
He'll try on the next go round