The Swing

    How do you like to go up in a swing, 

    Up in the air so blue. 

            

         Oh! I think, it is the pleasantest thing,

          Ever a child can do! 

    Up in the air and over the wall, 

    Till I can see so wide. 

           Rivers, trees, cattel and all, 

           Over the countryside. 

 

     Till look down to the garden, 

     Down on the roof so brown. 

      

               Up in the air I go flying again, 

               Up in the air and down. 

                                  -Robert Louis Stevenson