Flying Machine

When the weather is fine

and the clouds have gone byI go up in the air

waving people good-bye.In my flying machine

I go up

I go downI go round and roundround and round and round.

People on the ground

have gathered all around to admirethere's a feeling inside me

that gives me the urge to go higher.

But I know what goes up

will eventually fallso I won't take no chances

while I'm having a ball

in my flying machine

I go up

I go downI go round and roundand round and round.I can race with the birdsI can fight with the windI can fly on my headI can dance in a spin.