Some think we're crazy but we like it high
so far up you'd think we could fly.
It's a weird fascination don't ask us why
maybe we just want to be part of the sky.
We can look down on you all for a change
way up here, far out of your range.
When we are down there you all think we're strange
and that we'll most likely pass on the mange.
It's peaceful up here except for the planes
better than feeling like being kept by chains.
No one to run over us like steam engine trains
and no one to baffle our worn out brains.
The city's so small way down below
and every Tom, Dick and Sherry run to and fro
all anxious and stressed to make tons of dough
while way up here we bask in the sun's glow.
We come down to visit once and a while
and we greet you all with a friendly smile
but you all really seem so very hostile
That we come to realize being high is our style.
I just let the fingers flow on this one but I don't flow from experience and I never inhaled!