Oaken door rattled and gave way to eager young lad

Eager to gulp down hot porridge for he was glad

To glide the friendly skies but still a tad anxious.

Hands calloused but his boyish thoughts were still wondrous.

Hairs on his neck tingled at thought of an exam

With Prof Biggles, a bespectacled gent harsh as gram.

Zelda stretched out next to hut with smoke still fuming.

As welp Arthur in grey cloak came with task looming.

With Bigggles in frumpy garb tapping toes waiting.

Arthur saddled Zelda now still hesitating.

Almost full grown he grabbed the reins as he pressed heels

To fly to heavens to see how against him wind feels.