If a kite could talk, I think it would say,
“Hurrah, hurrah for a windy day!
There’s nothing like wind for lifting high,
Nothing like soaring in the sky
From a string in the hand of a lively child
To hold you steady when winds grow wild!
“Oh, it’s great to flutter and stretch and see
Boys and girls looking up at me
And wishing to trade places so they could know
The thrill of riding on winds that blow,
Fluttering, swooping, swishing, and reeling,
Dipping and frisking, pausing, and wheeling.”
If a kite could talk, I’m sure it would say,
“Hurrah, hurrah, for a windy day!”

[illustration] Illustrated by Dick Brown