How Do You Like to Go Up In a Swing?

Spring is finally rearing it's pretty little face around here...if I'm not mistaken, this "spring" was the wettest and grayest in Chicago history. TOTALLY LAME! We've been stuck inside for way too long and now that the weather's attempting to make a turn, the neighborhood playground has been calling our name.

My boy is all about swings and underdogs, and I like to sing him this song my mom used to sing to me, which I've since come to learn is a poem by Robert Louis Stevenson.

The Swing
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside—

Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown—
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!