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