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Anne Dickson
Irvine, Scotland

I fly up in an aeroplane,
high up in the sky.
Among the clouds we do ascend,
'till we are really high.

The aeroplane goes higher still
up above the clouds.
You see the blue sky once again,
the clouds below seem still.

I fly away across the sky
in this aeroplane.
It takes me where I'm going
and it's faster than the train.

The hostess's are busy,
up and down the aisles.
Giving people things to eat
and serving with a smile.

The plane it starts descending,
getting ready to land.
The wheels touch on the runway
the feeling is so grand.

It's nice to fly up in the sky
and look down on the land.
You feel just like a little bird
with wings instead of hands.

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