There lived an ugly guy,
He believed that he could fly;
He fixed the wings upon his back,
He made these wings of wood and wax.

No one loved this ugly guy,
'Cause no one could fly so high.
He lived alone above the bank,
His name was simply Ugly Frank.

Once upon a time our Frank
Flew above his lonely bank.
A jealous man saw this free flight,
And vicious thoughts gnawed at his mind.

Some days later Ugly Frank
Put the wings on his bent back.
But then a shot rang out, so loud,
And Frankie's soul went to the clouds.

He could fly now with no wings,
Soaring through the tender winds.
His killer never touched the sky,
His living death was long and vile.

It was a story of a guy
Who was ugly but learned to fly.