Don’t tour, just soar!

I wish that I could fly, Way up in the sky, With all the birds and bees, To soar above the seas. No more using gas, Or slow cars to pass. It sounds like so much fun, To soar below the sun. You could try to pass the time, By standing in a great big line. But who wants to deal with crowds, When you can soar within the clouds? You can make a plan, Or get stuck in a traffic jam. But why should we drive cars, When you can soar to all the stars? I’ll give you one good reason, You can soar any season. Come soar above the trees, Come soar with me please.