Rolling

Rolling

There's a hill that I know Where we all love to go , When the days are clear and blue .

We clime right to the top And down we all flop, Then here is what we do.

We lie flat as flat in the soft green grass, Our hands down by our sides,

And we roll like round, fat barrels Down the slope of that green hill side.

And the whole world turns around us As we all roll round and round,