Please Leonardo, fashion me wings,
Make them of feathers and tar.
I won't play Icarus, I know my place-
I promise I won't go too far.
Please Leonardo, I need to fly:
To glide above treetops and lakes.
I know you can do it, my Renaissance man,
And I'll trust the contraption you make.
Please Leonardo, leave Lisa behind
My smile will put hers to shame-
Just tell me you've made them, my beautiful wings;
The world will soon whisper my name.
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