Swing High... Reach For The Fence This Time

Swing me
Swing me 'round
I don't want to touch the ground

Swing me an hour
Swing me some more
Swing me until a quarter past four

Swing me til summer
Swing me through fall
I promise I'll never get tired at all

So.. I totally wrote this when I was a youngen.

My mommy gave me all these dirty, old papers

and they were poems I wrote as a child.