With tuppence for paper and string, Horace had his own set of wings,

With his feet on the ground he was a bird in flight,

With his fist holding tight to the string of his kite.

Oh, oh, oh, Let’s go fly a kite,

Up to the highest heights!

Let’s go fly a kite and send it soaring,

Up through the atmosphere,

Up where the air is clear,

Oh, let’s go fly a kite.

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When he sent it flying up there,

All at once he was lighter than air,

He danced on the breeze over houses and trees,

With his fist holding tight to the string of his kite.

Oh, oh, oh, Let’s go fly a kite,

Up to the highest heights!

Let’s go fly a kite and send it soaring,

Up through the atmosphere,

Up where the air is clear,

Oh, let’s go fly a kite.

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