My Aeroplane

I'm going to make an aeroplane,
I know just how to do it,
I'll fold up a gigantic map,
And glue a cushion to it.

I'll sit on my seat so soft,
Dad will launch me into the sky,
I'll zoom right up to waiting clouds,
I'm not scared of flying high.

If by chance I get lost,
I can check the map,
Wave to all the pretty birds,
And give my arms a flap.

When at last I get home,
Mom will make sure I'm fed,
I'll tell them all about my flight,
Before I slip dreamily into bed.

by Angela