Swinging - Poem for Kids
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Swinging SWING, swing, swing, Through the drowsy afternoon ; Swing, swing, swing, Up I go to meet the moon. Swing, swing, swing, I can see as I go high Far along the crimson sky ; I can see as I come down The tops of houses in the town ; High and low, Fast and slow, Swing, swing, swing.
Swing, swing, swing, See ! the sun is gone away ; Swing, swing, swing, Gone to make a bright new day. Swing, swing, swing. I can see as up I go The poplars waving to and fro, I can see as I come down The lights are twinkling in the town, High and low, Fast and slow, Swing, swing, swing.
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