He was up above them all
On the strangest farm
you could hear his joy filled call
echoing through the calm
He was about 2 kilometers above us all
His mouth was a millimeter from forming a smile
It wasn´t for the fact he was tall
His face was almost that of a stormy child
Up where the waterfalls and strange forests overhung
That is where he conducts his business
The clean air blesses his shiny lungs
His lips are always formed into a kiss
He is a Mago of kinds
A bringer of happiness and cheer
Every spell cast from his mind
With a hint of consideration and a curious glare
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