You can't see it;

it's not a human skit.

Your belief is quite adequate;

You know it's not counterfeit.

You can't breath without it;

oh, that air like a floweret.

It even smells nice in the spring;

sometimes it conducts the lightning.

You can't see God;

and yet he does nod.

He created this amazing stuff;

we can always have enough.

This stuff blows the ship's luff;

now as always, we receive our foodstuff.

It also lifts the great aeroplane;

the pneumatic lift, our boxcar trains.

So think about air everyday;

you'll never have to call a mayday.

It would be to my dismay;

your life, your appreciation only wordplay.