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