It’s no problem.
Take this single feather
Clutch it tightly in your trunk
It’s a little ticklish, try not to sneeze
Those ears you always trip over?
Stretch those babies right out
Then take that leap of faith
Into the great unknown
Here’s the big secret:
That feather’s magic
And you will
This poem is based on a lie. It’s supposed to be ten lines… but I went crazy.