What is a fleecy as a cloud, As majestic and shimmering as the breaking dawn, As gorgeous as the sun the sun is strong? Why, it’s ME! Twilight, the Great Gray, Tiger of the sky — Light of the Night, Most beautiful, An avian delight. I beam — I gleam — I’m a livin’ flying dream. Watch me roll off this cloud and pop on back. This is flying. I ain’t no hack.
