Paper Airplanes

Paper airplanes

they soar through the air.

With beaks so sharp

and wings so fair.

But they're birds without eyes.

They crash into trees

You've just got the throw right

and along comes the breeze.

Paper airplanes,

They whoosh through the air.

But throw them wrong

And they get stuck in your hair.

But how pretty they are

when every one flies.

And then the rain comes

And your heart simply dies.