Rolling Down the Hill

By Bonnie Compton Hanson

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    Over and over

    We roll in the clover,

    Tumbling down the long hill.

    Spinning and spinning,

    We’re laughing and grinning

    At trees that don’t seem to stand still.

    Faster and faster

    We roll as we master

    The way to spin on like a top.

    Whirling and whirling

    And turning and twirling,

    We tumble on down to a stop.


    Illustrated by Lynn Titleman; photo by Rick Rizzotto