Sugar Glider

When she glides, she is very high

The wind is in her face 

So she is going to cry

She loves gliding through the sky

She is hungry 

So she is looking for nectar 

A snake

Is her greatest spectre 

She is looking for flowers

In trees of towers

She never looks back 

And that is a fact

When she glides, she is very high

The wind is in her face

So she is going to cry