On many spring days I wish that I
Could be a kite flying in the sky.
I would climb high toward the sun
And chase the clouds.Oh, what fun!
Whichever way the wind chanced to blow
Is the way that I would go.
I'd fly up, up, up. I'd fly down, down, down.
The I'd spin round and round and round.
Finally I'd float softly to the ground.