Would like to know author and actual title of this poem:
"Would you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the nicest thing ever a child could do.
Up in the air and over the wall
Til I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all over the countryside.
Til 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.
This is the first poem on a phonograph record I had when I was little: "A Child's Garden of Verses" (by Robert Lewis Stevenson) read by ...
... are you ready for this? ...
by JUDITH ANDERSON.
No kidding. The WORST pairing of reader and material that I have every heard, or ever hope to hear. She read "The Swing" as if it was the climax of a Greek tragedy. Even as a child, I thought it was really funny.