The sky is blue, clouds are white; way up high, like the mountains high…
Flying we are, Holiday we go.
Sea below, The eye can see.
I see a plane, we go wizzing by.
Another place they go, Good luck good luck.
Twenty four i am, Still scary though it is.
I shut the blinds, Cant see no more.
Not far now, Not far to go.
City ahead, Lights out, Night it is.
Down we go, Not so scared now.
Seat belts fastened, Bumpy bumpy.
Holiday here we come!
Holiday.
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