We sang this song at church on New Year's Day. Ethan "sang" along (as best as a 3-year-old can sing without being able to read), and when we got to the last line he reached around to his back and said sadly, "But I don't have any wings."
I smiled and whispered that God would give him special wings when the time came that he'd need them.
On the way home, he randomly said, "I don't want any wings. I don't like them. They're made of chicken."
It was hard not to laugh after that thought.
Special song...special boy! Have a very sweet Sunday!