-FULL OF HOT AIR-

So full of hot air, am I,

Crawling across my ceiling is normal.

So full of hot air, am I,

I fly high in the sky.

So full of hot air, I am,

That nothing keeps me on the ground,

Not even that of jam.

So full of hot air, am I,

Hot air literally flows through my veins,

I certainly find it easy to keep up with planes.

So much hot air is part of me,

That the shuttle is easy to keep pace,

Even when it is up in space.

With all my hot air, I am

A great tree trimmer,

So there…

I have many jobs,

But floating over land is the most fun,

As most fear me and in that case shun.

With all this hot air, I have,

I do not care,

For the weakness of humans,

And their forbears…

                                                (ed)