Airplane please fly through,
The pink and fluffy, fluffy blue.
Oh, I can taste the savory stuff.
You're flying through a floating puff.
They're too good, these clouds I know.
The pink and blue in sunshine show,
That this sky candy, I must eat.
It's taste no other food can beat.
I wanted to lean out of the plane,
Eat cotton candy outside my window pane.
Now I suddenly saw that the pink and blue,
Were clouds and not candy too.
But now the plane landed,
And I ran to the counter,
Of the airport candy shop,
And gorged on the cloudy looking,
Blue and pink candy.
I love,
Cotton candy and clouds.
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