Whoosh! Whoosh!
I swing faster,
My little green toes pointed: reaching, aching for the sky.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Strawberry scented tresses,
The pretty sunflowers on my dress, all promenading within a breeze.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sun burns behind my eyelids.
Feathered flowers taking flight like 'air-o-planes.'
Whoosh! Whoosh!
A xylophone's symphony plays.
Pebbles caught between the buckles fall like rain.
Oh my, oh my, oh my.