A black bird soared from lands unknown,

With feathers sleek, like polished stone.

It flapped through skies of purple light,

And winked at stars that blinked at night.

It flew past trees with candy bark,

And dodged a squirrel made of spark.

It met a cat with wings of silk,

Who poured it tea and rainbow milk.

Through mountains tall where giants snore,

And seas where fish play tug-of-war,

It raced the breeze, it chased the moon,

And whistled out a happy tune.

In deserts filled with sugar sand,

It found a talking rubber band.

With laughter ringing through the air,

The bird flew on without a care.

It flipped and twirled through endless skies,

With jokes in beak and mischief eyes.

No final stop, no need to land—

The world's too fun, and oh, so grand!