THE BOY WHO CAN FLY

HAFSA BINTE ANOWER IX E

“Here he goes”,

The people say.

But no-one dares to talk to him.

“I think he is a superhero”,

The kids say.

 

He flies high above the clouds with the birds.

He is rarely seen on earth.

People wonder where he lives

They wonder where he comes from

Nobody knows.

 

One day he was spotted,

A huge crowd around him,

Only one line was spoken by him,

“I am the boy

Who flies.”

 

And now the crowd

Had seen him

They know who he is

He is none other than

Peter pan.

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