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