They clipped and pasted, bent and tied;
With paint and brush some ran about
From kite to kite, to fit them out.
On some they paint a visage fair,
While others would affright a bear,
Nor was it long (as one might guess
Who knows what skill their hands possess)
Before the kites, with string and tail,
Were all prepared to ride the gale;
And oh, the climax of their glee