I like to play with my kite all day

------When the winds of March are high

My kite and I sail on and on

------As we watch the world pass by.

My kite just tugs and pulls at me

------To come up in the sky,

But I can't make my feet go up

------And my arms can't seem to fly.

So my kite flies on away up high

As I run on the ground;

We play our game with wind and sky