On a small island, in the middle of the sky,
Live funny creatures, colored pink.
They`re short and round, and they can fly,
And they can also do magic, I think.

But sometimes,
one gets too close to the edge of the isle
Before his wings are strong enough,
And after falling a thousand miles
All that`s left is this ugly brown stuff.

So kids, if you step in some poo
And it`s sticky and stinky and you start to cry,
Please, don`t scrape it off your shoe,
`cause you`ve just stepped on an angel
that couldn`t fly.