by Robert Louis Stevenson
The Swing
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide,River and trees and cattle and all Over the countryside—Till I look down on the garden green, Down on the roof so brown—Up in the air I go flying again, Up in the air and down!
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