The Kite

BLOW, wind, blow, wind, Fly, kite, fly! On and on you go, wind, Up, kite, high!

Out sweeps your tail, kite, Tug on the string; Far away you sail, kite, Proudly you swing.

If I were like you, kite, One white wing, With nothing else to do, kite, But tug upon the string.

I’d sail up from town, kite, To see the moon’s back, And then slide down, kite, The Milky-Way’s track.