Tuesday 10 July 2018

My Flying Machines.

My flying machine is sixty-foot high
It's made of bats' wings
And an old fish's eye.
It's got levers and brakes
And it's faster than cars,
It's been all round the world
Now we're flying to Mars.
Oh wont' you come with me
And we'll both fly away,
And we'll come back tomorrow
Or at least the next day.
I've got my supplies
I've got food and some drink,
Where shall we go next
What do you think?

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