Once upon a shiny moonbeam Scout was given a kite
A fine looking affair which was red, blue and white
She waited for a day when the winds were alive
That day was a Tuesday, around ten past five
She went to the big hill, and climbed to the top
She ran to the bottom, with no notion to stop
She clung to the string with the tightest of ease
But the kite wouldn't fly, no matter the breeze
Scout huffed and puffed, she dashed up and rushed down
But the kite bounced and flounced along the hard ground
For all of her efforts it wouldn't take flight
For this was the kite who was scared of heights
"What's wrong little kite? Are you afraid to go high?
Do the clouds concern you? Are you scared of the sky?"
"I don't know what is wrong with me," cried the small kite
"Well now," said Scout, "I know someone who might..."
Scout had a plan, and acted very fast
She took the kite to the toy box, and searched for a mast
There, near the fort with its soldiers and moat
Was the boat who used to be too scared to float
"Used to be scared?" said the kite with a quiver
"Why yes," said the boat, "Both up and down river."
And the boat told the kite about how he thought water was scary
How the lakes were unlucky and the sea...well, that was just hairy
So as a young dinghy he spent his time in dry dock
Scared of the shallows and the waves that would rock
The other tall ships all moored up in the port
Bobbing and creaking safely, or so they thought
But one night came a storm, and ships had to be saved
For once the little boat needed to be brave
"So I plunged into the sea - what was I thinking?
'I'm out of my depth! But look, I'm not sinking!'..."
And so the boat who was once full of self-doubt
Became a great hero when he put himself out
"What do you think of that, little kite? You seem to be crying."
"I like the story," said the kite, "but I'm not ready for flying."
Scout would not give up - she wasn't that sort
She went back to her toy box, knee deep in thought
And there behind the panda and the bear with the scar
"Why yes," said the car, "I just couldn't cope
With the humps in the road and the lumps in the lane
They wobbled my wheels and rattled my brain."
And the car who was scared to go far told Scout and the kite
How he stayed in his garage morning, noon and night
Short journeys made him car sick, long ones made him groan
What happened if he ran out of petrol? How would he get home?
But then came one summer’s day when the air was still
When the ball who was scared to fall started rolling away down the hill
"Help! Help!" cried the ball. “I’m feeling very dizzy!”
"Stop! Stop!” yelled the car, “It’s time to get busy!”
And with a vroom and a roar that little car got going
Where was he off to? He had no way of knowing
But he raced and he chased until his tyres were aching
And he stopped that ball’s fall with a smart bit of breaking
"That was amazing!" he gasped. "I've never felt so alive!"
And so the car discovered a world beyond the end of his drive
"So little kite," said Scout, "Are you impressed by these toys?"
"I think so," said the kite, "But what's that tweeting noise?"
They gazed up at the sky and stopped all the squabbling
There was a baby bird in a nest, and that nest was wobbling
"Quick Scout!" squeaked the kite, who could suddenly see clearer
"Fly me to the moon!" she yelled, "Or somewhere slightly nearer!"
And so Scout huffed and puffed, she rushed up and dashed down
The kite bounced and flounced and...took off from the ground!
Ten feet, twenty feet, thirty feet and more
The kite was flying higher and higher, way up from the floor
There was no time to look down, no chance to feel fear
The bird was in peril and the kite's mission was clear
She flew up to the branch where the bird's home was askew
And with a nudge and a shove that nest was good as new
"Thank you!" tweeted the bird, "You are so brave and wise."
"No, thank YOU," said the kite, "You've opened up my eyes!"
And the kite caught the breeze and whirled and twirled and swooped
She surfed on the airwaves, she looped the loopy loop
When the winds were calmer she floated down from the sky
"High as a kite?" Scout smiled, "You were as high as Big Ben!"