A boy sat with a snake
Who wiggled awake
And promised not to bite.

They slithered together
Whatever the weather
Whether day or night.

This snake sat with that boy
Who rattled with joy
At the scaly sight

Of a friend with a fang
Who carefully sang,
“My friend, you’re my kite,

Pulling my eyes
High to the skies
Till I find myself in flight!”

The boy returned
With a grin well earned,
“My friend, you’re too right!

I fly for you
And we’ll win a view
At some new, wonderful height!”

They slithered together,
Two snakes of a feather
From cloud to cloudy delight.