"Falling is a good habit at random occasions.
Its not the healthiest of choices, but when you are up against the wall
you might want to take that call.
If you are distracted it might seem like you are flying and what could be better?"
Grant went up in an aeroplane,
he knew for sure that he was insane.
His friends no more talked him into it,
should've said no if he had had any wit.
The pilot told him finally that he was due.
Grant jumped out, spread his wings and flew.
The crazy sensation he instantly loved,
next time he would jump without being shoved.
Looking around he found a pack of cranes,
he jumped upon the first one and grabbed its reins.
Steering toward Africa the followers went along,
lacking sense of direction they arrived in Hong Kong.
Turning round Big Buddha with skill that wasn't there,
monks and salesmen ran around getting quite a scare.
Flying past and out over the water of the harbour,
they all dove down to the street and into the barber.
"Buzz cut for me and a trim for the others!"
The barber shouted curses in canto about their mothers.
Paying the scolder when he finally was done,
Grant got his gang into town for some fun.
Noodles and tea, some jasmine and thyme,
it tasted so good it felt like a crime.
The cranes were famished and ate for a week,
Grant looked at his account, which now had sprung a leak.
Broke as they were they had to get some dough,
the cranes went to the dojos and showed their mighty blow.
Flexing the technique for all of them to see,
the money started piling up during their whooping spree.
Grant almost cried when he saw all the cash,
being broke had felt like having a diaper rash.
They folded the money and went to Macao,
betting it all on the birth of a cow.
The calf made them rich beyond all belief,
they purchased the world and gave it to a thief.
Pawning it for food the world was lost for an age,
when Grant bought it back it was living in a squirrel cage.
Nursing it back to health was no small feat,
the trickiest part was adding back the "trick or treat".
When it was done the people cheered and praised,
Grant and his cranes got a cake all glazed.
They lived a grand life after that,
with noodles and tea and a girl named Kat.
The cranes never left him except to migrate,
but when they returned each year they were never late.
This story was then lost to the sands of time,
now twenty-five years later its not worth a dime.
No one believes me, even though the story is true,
that Grant and his birds once to Hong Kong flew.
It's time someone believed me, I'm honesty itself.
until then I'll just put it here on its shelf.
Its not the healthiest of choices, but when you are up against the wall
you might want to take that call.
If you are distracted it might seem like you are flying and what could be better?"
Grant went up in an aeroplane,
he knew for sure that he was insane.
His friends no more talked him into it,
should've said no if he had had any wit.
The pilot told him finally that he was due.
Grant jumped out, spread his wings and flew.
The crazy sensation he instantly loved,
next time he would jump without being shoved.
Looking around he found a pack of cranes,
he jumped upon the first one and grabbed its reins.
Steering toward Africa the followers went along,
lacking sense of direction they arrived in Hong Kong.
Turning round Big Buddha with skill that wasn't there,
monks and salesmen ran around getting quite a scare.
Flying past and out over the water of the harbour,
they all dove down to the street and into the barber.
"Buzz cut for me and a trim for the others!"
The barber shouted curses in canto about their mothers.
Paying the scolder when he finally was done,
Grant got his gang into town for some fun.
Noodles and tea, some jasmine and thyme,
it tasted so good it felt like a crime.
The cranes were famished and ate for a week,
Grant looked at his account, which now had sprung a leak.
Broke as they were they had to get some dough,
the cranes went to the dojos and showed their mighty blow.
Flexing the technique for all of them to see,
the money started piling up during their whooping spree.
Grant almost cried when he saw all the cash,
being broke had felt like having a diaper rash.
They folded the money and went to Macao,
betting it all on the birth of a cow.
The calf made them rich beyond all belief,
they purchased the world and gave it to a thief.
Pawning it for food the world was lost for an age,
when Grant bought it back it was living in a squirrel cage.
Nursing it back to health was no small feat,
the trickiest part was adding back the "trick or treat".
When it was done the people cheered and praised,
Grant and his cranes got a cake all glazed.
They lived a grand life after that,
with noodles and tea and a girl named Kat.
The cranes never left him except to migrate,
but when they returned each year they were never late.
This story was then lost to the sands of time,
now twenty-five years later its not worth a dime.
No one believes me, even though the story is true,
that Grant and his birds once to Hong Kong flew.
It's time someone believed me, I'm honesty itself.
until then I'll just put it here on its shelf.
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