There is no comfier place to be, than on a cloud
Asleep, oblivious to bird calls, however loud
Wispy white pillow case
Makes a bed softer than lace

A storm is brewing, the wind grows stronger
No, those fluffy clouds don't move, I want to sleep for longer!
They shift and change, and move away - I'm alone
All those merry birds are leaving, flying back home

The rain starts, then comes hail
In little droplets, it will sail
Thunder lets off a mighty ROAR
There's no way now that I can soar

Down, down I go
Into whatever might meet me below
I'm falling, further, further
So close, nearly there

All my life, it doesn't matter.
For now I will most certainly splatter.
Pulling me down is the strength of gravity
There's no way out now, I have no strategy

Sailing closer, closer to the ground
Hopefully once I'm there my body will be found
SMACK, flat as a pancake
All because of that storm, it was what put my head at stake.