I was a thornapple, upon once a time,
But then I committed an inordinate crime;
I tried to grow wings and fly close to the sun
Whose face I had longed for since life had begun.
I used all the tricks I could find in my bag,
And finally I found a large yellow flag.
After some tinkering, then tested and true,
I took out my kite and I presently flew
Straight up to the sun, but the light was too bright;
I fell to the earth and was sheltered by night,
But now it’s the moon that is calling my name,
And this time my flight surely won’t be the same.