• So I once was a flimsy piece of rubber
    Waiting in the storage room down the road
    I always heard mumbling from behind my door
    Talking about one day being in the sky
    I said, “Psh, rubber can’t fly.”
    I always thought that was so
    Until some mover guy picked up my box
    Loaded it onto a van
    And headed south on I-5.
    When we stopped
    I saw more of the crazies, dangling
    From a string on a mailbox
    I guess that’s what they get
    For saying things like “We can fly.”
    The next thing I knew,
    A hand dove right in
    Pulled me out like a fish from the sea
    Dusted me off from years of being unclean
    And then attached me to the tank.
    When I woke up again
    I felt dizzy
    And breezy
    And woozy
    And like I’m…floating?
    Looking up
    I saw a great sea of a pretty baby blue
    Something I thought I would never see
    At any point in my life
    All those things the others were saying
    Are very indeed true.
    Glancing back down
    I saw my anchor slack, then release
    As she ran towards
    Something called a chocolate cake
    Screaming silently with all my might
    I rose into that great blue sky.
    I am floating
    And floating
    And floating
    And floating
    Nearly missed that wire!
    And rising
    And rising
    And rising
    My, is it getting warm in here?
    And going
    And going
    And going
    Wait…POP!