Father has put a swing on the gum tree for us. He has fixed it to a strong, thick branch. Edna, you may have first swing.
Cling on! I shall push you.
Then will you push me hard ?
Oh, I love to swing up, up into the sky! Shall we get on together?
You sit, and I shall stand. Let us sing as we swing.
We are just like little birds on the wing as we fly to the sky.