SKYMASTER JUNGLE JIM
I caught the bird on the wing; it
immediately began to sing. Not
a rough task for me to do, but
when it started to talk I knew not
what to do! 'Good Sir,' this bird
cried, 'why have you caught me?
My element is flying the air.
Your own William Blake had it,
in one take, "“How do you know but
ev’ry Bird that cuts the airy way,
Is an immense world of delight,
clos’d by your senses five?” '
― William Blake
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