Inside of every boy and girl
That's ever born on earth
Is a tiny little seed
That must express its mirth
Hidden potential
Deep inside
Like developing film
In darkness it resides
When you are a little child
You do not know about it
While playing with your friends
Or dancing with the wrens *
But one fine day you find out about it
And slowly but surely begin to try it
And it begins to slowly arise
Like the bird trying to fly
The struggle inside begins to ensue
How does it work? What do I do?
How can I get this sweet gift of mine
To sprout some wings and begin to fly?
These are the riddles I want you solve
And if you do, then you will discover
That hidden potential deep inside
That must someday learn how to fly
Atlantis wasn't built in a day
But the people loved their work
They didn't back talk, gripe, or complain
Because theirs was the job they loved to do
So why should they feel so sad and blue?
Icarus and his dad, well, they had a plan
They would escape an evil king, escape an evil man
Icarus however didn't listen
And frighteningly plunged to his death
Because he would not do
what his father had said
Once a lowly servant boy
Drew Pythagorean Theorim
Even though he didn't know
Anything about it
These are the riddles I want you solve
And if you do, then you will discover
That hidden potential deep inside
That must someday learn how to fly
* wrens are birds by the way