Flying Machine
When the weather is fine
And the clouds have gone by
I go up in the air
Waving people good-bye.
In my flying machine
I go up
I go down
I go round and round
Round and round and round.
People on the ground
Have gathered all around to admire
There's a feeling inside me
That gives me the urge to go higher.
But I know what goes up
Will eventually fall
So I won't take no chances
While I'm having a ball
In my flying machine
I go up
I go down
I go round and round
And round and round.
I can race with the birds
I can fight with the wind
I can fly on my head
I can dance in a spin.
