“Up little Gracie! Swing up high,
As if you’re going to touch the sky;
Only, take care, my darling pet—
Hold the two ropes, and don’t forget.
“Up again, Gracie! There—that’s right,
Laughing away, but holding tight;
While little Dottie waits below,
And Harry sends you to and fro.
“Stop, Harry, now! ’tis time for Grace
To yield to little Dot her place.
Be gentle, dear, for Dot’s so small—
If you’re not careful, she may fall.”
The children change; for all the three
Are fair in play, and well agree;
And now the youngest laughing pet
Begs for “a little higher!” yet.