My Giant Swing

by Ethel Jacobson

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    I began to pump,

    First low, then high,

    Till my swing went over

    And brushed the sky—

    Around and around

    In a giant arc,

    Till I catapulted

    Clear out of the park.

    I lit on a steeple

    Far across town.

    And it took six firemen

    To get me down.

    Illustrated by Jerry Harston