Last night me an' my brother made a kite— The biggest one we've ever tried to do. Stood up on end 'twas more'n twice my height (The kind that has three sticks instead of two). I made the tail, an' 'fore I'd gotten through I'd used up every rag there was in sight. To fly her'd take a whoppin' wind, we knew, And then to-day it came exactly right. A boughten kite may have a neater look, But home-made ones are mighty hard to beat. This big one nearly dived us off our feet— 'Twas in the length of tail we were mistook; An' you can see her, any time you look, A-hangin' in that elm tree down the street. |