BRAINY PHILIP - A Boy On A Swing

Slowly he moves
To and fro to and fro
Then faster and faster
He swishes up and down

His blue shirt
Billows in the breeze
Like a tattered kite

The world whirls by
East becomes West
North turned to south
The cadinal points
Meet in the head

Mother! Where do i come from
When will i wear lo
ng troussers
Why was my father jail?

BRAINY PHILIP

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