Small boy jumps

Hey little boy with the bowties to spare
Perched on the
rooftop, the wind in your hair
We tell you jump and you do
it on cue
You fly alone but you know we love you
Flying, jumped he did not fall he's smiling
laughing
at it all he is
Flying, tripped he did not fall
he is
smiling
laughing at it all
Don't call him midget
and say he's a dream
He doesn't listen, his
concience is clean
ask him a question, for he wrote the
map
This time you saw him he sat in your lap

He's flying now, he'll show you how high

He always asked, 'Oh, do clowns die, Daddy?'
Usually they die mysteriously
Nannies and barbers all
cried at his death
It really wasn't his christening
dress

Flying, jumped he did not fall,
smiling
laughing at it all he is
flying tripped he did not fall, he
is smiling
laughing at it all