Grandma loves to visit Annikka at "school" (and we love it because it's something Mom or Dad can't really do). On a recent visit, they went to the near-by park together, and Grandma taught Annikka this poem. Now Annikka recites it when we go to a park, or for her babies at the dollhouse park.
How does it feel to go up in a swing,
Up in the sky so blue?
I do think it's the pleasantest thing
That ever a child can do.
(According to google, it's the beginning of The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson.)
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