All rocket boosters,
Dropping down from air.
Following the burning flare.
Rocket ride into space.
Airplane engines,
Making the engine sound,
Turning on the tarmac around,
To take-off for the ride in the air.
I run in circles,
Giggling and laughing,
That kids surround,
Riding on a merry-go round.
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