The Kite

Little more speed
 Little more rope
 Little more wind
 Little more hope
 Gotta get this stupid kite to fly
 Gotta make sure it doesn't snag
 Doesn't droop
 Doesn't drag
 Gotta watch out for every little
 Whoops!
 Little less speed
 Little more tack
 Little less rise
 Little more slack
 Gotta keep my whits about me now
 Gotta make sure it doesn't get the best of me
 Till I get it in the air somehow
 Millions of little kids do it every day
 They make the kite and POOF it's in the sky
 Leave it to me to have the one fool kite
 Who likes to see a little kid cry
 Little less talk
 Little more skill
 Little less luck
 Little more will
 Gotta face this fella eye to eye
 Now that I've seen you chasing moles
 Climbin trees
 Digging holes
 Catching your string on everything passing by
 Why...
 Not...
 Fly
 Wait a minute
 What's it doing?
 It isn't on the ground
 It isn't in a tree
 It's in the air
 Look at that
 It's caught the breeze now
 It's past the trees now
 With room to spare
 Ohhhh
 What a beautiful sight
 And I'm not such a clumsy guy
 If I really try
 I can really fly a
 ki-
 oohhh