If I Could Fly.

(What the Little Boy Thought.)


If I had wings just like a bird
    Do you know what I'd do?
I'd fly way up into the sky
    An' holler down at you.

I'd fly along the Milky Way
    Feelin' fine and chipper,
An' then I'd drink some buttermilk
    Fresh from out the Dipper.

I'd skim along through fleecy clouds,
    An' see the great, Big Bear
An' ask him how he liked to live
    So high up in the air.

Wouldn't it be dandy
    To fly just when you please,
An' go an' ask the Dog-star
    If he worried much with fleas?

I'd do all kinds of other things
    If I could only fly,
But I am just a little boy
    An' so I dassn't try.

Edwin C. Ranck

Edwin C. Ranck was an American lyricist noted for his work in the early 20th century. He was a prolific writer and his lyrics were often characterized by their humor and wit. One of his standout works is the poem 'The Optimist', which reflects his positive outlook on life. Beyond that, little is known about his personal life or career. He remains a somewhat obscure figure in literary history.

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