THE PAPER PLANE

There once was a paper plane,
Which was white and square,
Once it flew into the air,
It took a long time to come down again.

It really loved to fly,
Up into the sky high,
It was the best place for the plane to be,
For there was always lots and lots to see.

It glided awfully well,
And made all its spectators marvel,
The spectators may be old or children,
The paper plane never minded as everyone was its friend!