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I’m a kite, which is light,
flying in the sky with great delight.
I’ll follow the wind every day
and play with the clouds; yes, I may.
Soon, I may see a big bad bully
who’s hurting a weak boy fully.
I would fly down quickly and say,
“Hey, you, get out of his way!”
Then I would fly back high
and accidentally meet the sun guy.
But soon, it’s time to say goodbye
because the clouds have started to cry.
After the wind and rain go a little,
that brings me home to settle.
All of a sudden, there’s a big thud,
that wakes me up next to the mud.
