Swing on your swing.
Pick the flowers.
Go on your walks.
Dance in April showers.
Climb the hill.
Overlook the lake.
Chase after butterflies.
Eat the cake.
Life is short.
We never know our last day.
Swing on your swing.
Say what you want to say.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem