I raise my hand
to touch the sky
and feel the rainbow

Can you hold me in your arms?
It's high up

Oh no,
I still can't reach it

Will you get me a stool?
Not that one, it's too low

Yes, that's a good size
Let me climb up


Maybe I could get a crane to lift me
or drop out of an airplane

All I can touch is this little butterfly
that just flew over my nose

Thank God, they make little rainbows!


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