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 thingEver a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,Till I can see so wide,Rivers and trees and cattle and allOver 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!