The swing swung It swung Her eyes, big and round Swam in the beautiful view Up here her voice was loud Down there, her voice was squashed Her dreams were quashed The city was far below Far below her very toes But up here the music was mellow Oh the bees fly Oh how they try To get back alive Their wings so small They dip and dive Then it’s all over The girl slipped She screamed But no one could save the poor girl above the city From falling Into her very mothers arms Now limp and much less pretty