Wouldn’t you like to go up in a swing
And never come down again
Just fly through the air like a bird on a wing
And stay up there hanging and then
When you come down at a time that you choose
After seeing the world from up there
It all will seem different, with nothing to lose
And your life will feel lighter than air
You see when the way you see things has been altered
You’ll better appreciate life
The bonds will be broken that once had you haltered
There’ll be decrease in trouble and strife.
Okay, see; this is what happens when you wait until the last thing at night to you write your poetry.