So, if you're okay with it,
Today,
I'll fly you off on my paper plane...
Wave goodbye to your stationery,
For we'll sweep right out of the window,
I think the wind will make for a slightly bumpy ride,
But you might like the touch of it on your skin.
We'll let the tall grass tickle our feet,
Before we land into the puddle.
And then,
We'll turn it into a boat.
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