| Louie flew his wooden plane high above the clouds He swooped and turned He loop-de-looped He felt so very proud He built the plane from bits of wood Paint and varnish too Attached a big propellor It was looking oh so good He donned his flying helmet Climbed into the pilot's seat He turned the switch The engine fired A tune that sounded sweet The plane swooped up Banked left and right And dived right down again Then back up to the clouds it soured Oh what a glorious flight |
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