Rolling Down the Hill

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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.

    [photo] Illustrated by Lynn Titleman; photo by Rick Rizzotto