If I were a pilot, I’d fly so very far. Probably to Malaysia, Or maybe Zanzibar. I’d take my plane above the clouds, As high as we could soar. Then drop down low so we could see, That strange and distant shore. I’d fly us to a jungle, And land among the trees, So we could hunt for lions, Such mighty prey we’d seize. With lions in our cargo bay, And a snake or two, We’d take off to the skies, We fleet and fearless few. I’d fly to a volcano, And land beside the flow, To seek the mighty dragons, Who fuel that fearsome glow. With a dragon in my carry-on, And burning rocks inside my case, I’d fly us off to somewhere new, With adventures we could chase. What a trip we’d have, If a pilot I could be. I’d take us all around the world, And still be back for tea.