I was flying high,
Up in the blue sky,
With my hand waving by
Silently saying hi!
I flew over the hills
And above the windmills
Even over the farmer’s crops
Where hard work never stops
Rumble, Rumble went the rocks
in the long river down
making a mighty sound
and above me
wasthe big airoplane
flying majestically
on his lane
and what a lovely kite
and oh so bright
and how can I forget the sun
which looks like a golden bun!
then suddenly I hurt my head
ah, I was dreaming in my bed!
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