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Underseize
It's a long way there,
And a short way back,
Along any highway,
Or travelling any track.
The ignorance of distance,
Is a comfort left to some,
That keeps up the resistance,
Of a small bit left undone.
But a hop into a plane,
Or perhaps an overseas trip,
Takes your feet right off the ground,
And helps the person trip.
Well I'm really not so certain,
Of my ability to fly,
And I know that if I swam,
It would finish with a dive.
As a mountain it may come,
To a man sat at the gate,
I think that I will find,
That I can afford to wait.
For I know that I can't juggle,
And I am no acrobat,
And it takes only one more bungle,
For me to finish "Splat!"
