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*I often sit and wish that I

Could be a kite up in the sky,

And ride upon the breeze and go

Whichever way I chanced to blow.

** All the other Seasons

added up together

never can compare

with kite flying weather!

* Like a bird skimming

across the blue sky

my kite travels swiftly

beautiful and high!

* The cord often runs

stinging through my hand,

as my bird soars higher

higher o’er the land

* But all too soon twilight

lowers on the town,

and I must haul my bird

down, down, down!

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*One little kite in the sky so blue,

Along came another then there were two,

Two little kites flying high above me,

Along came another , then there were three,

Three little kites, just watch how they soar,

Along came another, then there were four,

Four little kites, so high and alive,

Along came another, then there were five.

Five little kites dancing ‘cross the sky,

What a sight to see, way up so high!

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* Come fly a kite

And watch it sail

Across the sky,

Waving its tail!

Kite, Kite

Kite, kite, soaring high,

Reaching, reaching to the sky

First you’re high then you’re low,

Swooping, swirling, round you go,

Kite, kite, fine and free,

Dancing, dancing, just for me.

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*A kite, a sky, and a good firm breeze

And acres of ground away from trees.

And one hundred yards of clean, strong

string–

O boy, O boy! I call that Spring!

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* Fling

yourself

upon the sky.

Take the string

you need.

Ride high,

high

above the park.

Tug and buck

and lark

with the wind.

Touch a cloud,

red kite.

Follow the wild geese

in their flight.

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*In March, kites bite the wind

and shake their paper scales.

They strain against their fiber chains

to free their dragon tails.

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*Come back, come back, my runaway kite!Come back and play with me!

I'm riding and gliding on whirl-away winds.I'm going somewhere. Can't you see?

Where are you going my beautiful kite,flying so high in the sky?

I'm going to visit the lost balloons that made little children cry.

When I hold your string, oh my magical kite,why do I feel the wind in my hand?

The wind is a taste of the sky, my young friend,that I gave to a child of the land.

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If I were a kiteI'd kneel,stretch my skinny armsout wide,and wait for wind.

My yellow shirt wouldfill up like a sailand flap,tugging my criss-crossedwooden bones and metowards seas of cloud.

My rippling paper skinwould rustle like applauseas I inhaled,gulping one last gustto swoop me giddy-quickabove the trees.

My red rag tailwould drifttoward everything greento balance me

so all dayI couldloop and climbloop and climband soarinto pure sky.

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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.

Then I'd spin round and round and round.

Finally I'd float softly to the ground.

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The March wind is calling,

"Come fly your kite!"

The wind is blowing

With all its might.

The kites are tossing

In the sky.

The wind is calling,

"Come fly up high."

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