The poem "If I had a pair of wings"

If I had a pair of wings

I won't go to that distant place.

Peel some fat peanuts.

Put it in the jubilant red mud furnace.

Look at the milk over the years.

Gradually boiled into sugar.

If I had a pair of wings

I won't go to that distant place.

I walk on the water in front of my house.

Occasionally fly.