How bright on the blue Is a kite when it's new! With a dive and a dip It snaps its tail Then soars like a ship With only a sail As over tides Of wind it rides, Climbs to the crest Of a gust and pulls, Then seems to rest As wind falls. When string goes slack You wind it back And run until A new breeze blows And its wings fill And up it goes! How bright on the blue Is a kite when it's new! But a raggeder thing You never will see When it flaps on a string In the top of a tree.
