Classic Poem

Look at the aeroplane
Up in the sky,
Seems like a giant lark
Soaring on high.

See! on its outspread wing
Flashes the light;
There sits the pilot brave,
Guiding its flight.

Hark! what a whirring song
Comes from its throat,
Purr, purr of the engine,
Its only note.

Now! high and higher yet,
Upward it goes,
Till but a tiny speck
'Gainst heaven it shows.

Oh! here it is again,
Big as before,
Gracefully gliding down
To earth once more.