We are the flightless thunderbirds firmly anchored to the ground We know nothing of the skies, but by instinct we crave freedom from the Earths chaotic surface We have no power here We struggled as boys and girls We feel far too much We have thunder in our blood Animkee fly! We found our wings, but who hid them from us? Animkee Everyone of us stands winged, except for me I’ve become addicted to the war paint I’m sensible in my stride but I acknowledge my pride I love you all, now go and fly Animkee