"Look at that strange boy!"

Everyone from the neighborhood 

is pointing fingers and watching the sky.

"How's he doing that?"

They stretch their necks and shake their heads.

Ikarus Jackson, a new boy on my block,

is flying above the rooftops. He is

swooping and diving, looping

past people's windows and over the crowd.

I don't think he's strange.

Ikarus Jackson, the fly boy,

came to my school last Thursday.

His long, strong, proud wings followed

where he went.

Everyone from the neighborhood 

is pointing

pointing fingers and

watching watching the sky.

"How's he doing that?"

They stretch their necks and shake their heads.

Ikarus Jackson, a new boy on my block,

is flying above the rooftops. He is

swooping and diving, looping

past people's windows and over the crowd.

I don't think he's strange.

Ikarus Jackson, the fly boy,

came to my school last Thursday.

His long, strong, proud wings followed

where he went.