‘nia Ry

 

Oh, the wind is so fresh and the day is so bright,
That we're off the to moor for a fine piece of fun,
For Johnnie is going to fly our new kite,
And he says he will send it to call on the sun.

Our kite is a beauty, so lovely and new,
And _ so strong, Johnnie says it would fly in a gale
It has three pretty stars—real painted ones too—
And oh! such a beautiful new paper tail.

  
  

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But it’s never been out of the
shop until now,
So it’s nervous, and that’s why
we shout and we sing,

And we cheer and we cry and
we make such a row,
Which of course you all know,
gives it courage poor thing.

 
 
 
 
 
 
  

Now we're off—Johnnie
says it will fly to
the sky,

And Tilly is laughing
and Timothy bawls,

But it seems after all not to get very high,
For it wriggles and waggles and rises and falls.

It has not been accustomed to flying you see,
And it's giddy at being at such a great height,
So it’s putting its tail where its head ought to be,
I would’nt do that now if I were a kite.

O if I were a kite I would rise and would rise,
O ever so high till I went out of sight,

I would see all the wonders there are in the skies,
And make the stars tell why they twinkle at night

The comets and planets I'd find very soon,
I'd see how the sun really does go to bed,
: Then I'd drop in to call on the man in the moon,
And come down to tell you whatever he said.

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