The Blue Swing

Oh how I love to be swung in that swing, that blue little new little shiny thing, while swinging along I sing a song I close my eyes the journey so long. To feel the path from end to end as if I were hangin' with my best friend. REPEAT Tick tock just like a clock I'm swinging back and forth. Up up and away I go from the South to the North. The Breeze flows and moves my hair it tickles my neck as I glide thru the air. My hands and feet are flying free all 4 of them are part of me. Little gets big and big gets little except when I am right in the middle, without a thought without a care this is here and that was there. Close to the ground, far from the sky, swinging and soaring as if to fly. REPEAT Push me as high as a roller coaster close to Heaven I'm in a holster. The blue above and green below it's life and living I truly love. Thru the clouds and back again days like these will never end. I fly thru the air with the greatest of ease begging to papa, oh won't you please just one more time I'm your 26 pound Blue Swing Flyer.