Little sister just remember,Back beyond that nylon kite, about a dozen Mississippi kites swirled above Rainbow Lake, chowing down on bugs:
As you wander through the blue,
The little kite that you sent flying
On a sunny afternoon,
Made of something light as nothing,
Made of joy that matters too,
How the little dreams we dream
Are all we can really do.
Here's a grainy zoom view of the bird on the upper left:
Once you learn that outline, you won't forget it. It means that summer has arrived in Memphis.