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