i close my eyes and feel a breeze,
then hear the buzzing of the bees,
i touch the towline of the swing,
then toss my head and start to sing,

"oh joy! how much i love the air,
The wind that tangles up my hair,
oh yes! how much I love the grass,
a pane of fuzzy looking glass,"

i wake up to the sun and clouds,
the sound of water and roaring crowds,
the water swiftly rushes as it goes on by
i sigh to myself and look to the sky.