At the airport, Planes come and planes go.
Where are they going? I don’t always know.
There are lots of people, Some are short, some are tall.
Adults and children, I can’t count them all!
They’ve got red coats, green coats, Yellow coats, blue.
They’ve got long hair, short hair, And curly hair too.
I look through the window, Planes go up, planes go down.
Some are not moving. Some are turning around.
The plane is here now. It’s half past two.
And here come my cousins, My aunt and my uncle too.
