You might call me silly
Singing my song: dilly, dilly.
You might roll your eye,
When I say I want to fly.

You might feel spite,
as I’m dancing in the moonlight.
But you will wish to be as free
as me, climbing up a tree.

This is an invitation to judge,
Just say I am too much.
But I cannot be less,
For I strive for greatness.