All aboard the kitchen table for a journey to the sky! It’s now our magic airship, and it can really fly! Off to new adventures, above the clouds we go, Sailing on imagination’s breeze, we leave the earth below. For fun we like to parachute and quietly float down, And have our vessel pick us up before we hit the ground. Up here there are no limits to the sights that one can see, And we think that we could sail forever into eternity. Then comes the call that sends us home as fast as we are able, It’s dinnertime, and Mother say we have to set the table.
by Greg Olsen