Planes all over the sky they weave
Trails of white smoke they leave
Intricate patterns they conceive
Taking people away, others to retrieve
As night follows day wind blows it away
The aerial ballet starts again the next day
Mankind, you restless child, comes out to play
Visit you green land again, perchance you’ll stay!
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