Up In The Sky!

With the wind beneath my costume

And the world below my cape,

I’m the hero of my city!

Trim and toned, in perfect shape!

Not a bullet passes through me,

Not a freeze-ray frosts my face.

Every hair upon my perfect head

Falls neatly into place.

Oh my powers are outstanding

And my strength beyond compare!

Every bad-guy, crook, and villain

Hides and trembles in his lair!

All the crime completely crumbled

In the days since I arrived.

Only peace, goodwill, and mercy

Are the virtues that survived.

So I proudly watch my people

From the skies I’ve often soared.

They’re so helpful, kind, and caring,

And so perfect . . . I’m so bored!