Jumping, leaping off the dock
My legs are frozen cold with shock
Coach says "Hurry, hurry, warm up quick"
I want to hit him with a stick
The sun shines bright into my eyes
Even before I attempt to try
To put my goggles on
Watch the sunrise soar up high,
Hurling sunbeams through the sky
Wonder if in years from now
To the sun, the moon will still bow
Hopping, dropping off the dock
Legs are frozen cold with shock
Son says hurry, then he swims so quick
I want to hit him with a stick
The sun shines bright into my eyes
Before I even attempt to try
To put my goggles on
Watch the sunrise soar up high
Tossing sunbeams through the sky
Know that now, in years from now
The moon will always bow
To the sun
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
Jumping, leaping off the dock
My legs are frozen cold with shock
Coach says "Hurry, hurry, warm up quick"
I want to hit him with a stick
The sun shines bright into my eyes
Even before I attempt to try
To put my goggles on
Watch the sunrise soar up high,
Hurling sunbeams through the sky
Wonder if in years from now
To the sun, the moon will still bow
Hopping, dropping off the dock
Legs are frozen cold with shock
Son says hurry, then he swims so quick
I want to hit him with a stick
The sun shines bright into my eyes
Before I even attempt to try
To put my goggles on
Watch the sunrise soar up high
Tossing sunbeams through the sky
Know that now, in years from now
The moon will always bow
To the sun
Swimming is a lifelong sport.
Make use of it because I love it!
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