When the wind is blowing in,
And the sky is big and bright,
Charlie’s running out the door
To go and fly his kite.

Soon he’s running down the hill
With lots of room to spare,
And he lets go of his kite
Right into the air.

Where it spins and it dips
As he lets out the string,
And it takes up to the sky
As high as anything.

Up where birds go flying by
Until it’s almost out of sight.
What more can I tell you?
Charlie likes to fly his kite!