Push me Clara
Push me Clara, push me high
Push me Clara, up to the sky
I’m going to fly like the geese in a vee
I’m going to leave home and soon be free
Push me Clara, push the swing
Push me Clara, so I can sing
I’m going to sing like the speckled wren
I’m going to sing ‘til they loose me from this pen
Push me Clara, push me strong
Push me Clara, it won’t be long
I’m going to run until I can’t no more
I’m going to run to a new home by the shore
Catch me Clara, catch me now
Catch me Clara and keep your vow
Don’t tell Daddy until I’ve gone away
Comfort Mommy, I’ll be back again some day.
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Michael R. Hicks
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Oh what a lovely poem…playing off all of our childhood memories of the swing…excellent!