There once was a man named Philippe Petit
Who thought of a dream in disbelief.
It was something he was going to do
Not something he was going to lose.
I saw him do it one day
And I thought to myself no way.
He was standing on a wire
And he soon had the desire
To walk between the two towers
Which were and almighty power.
I watched spellbound as he walked
While the rest of us had not talked.
I came to think he was intelligent
His walk was so elegant.
He finally came down
And we applauded him out loud.
He was nothing much apart
For he had a dream as big as his heart.