Swing, swing, oh what fun.
Dangling feet under the sun.
The leather belt holding you tight
Keeping you up as you try to fight.

Swing swing, oh what joy.
Seems to me I've found a new toy.
The plum-purple bruise showing bright on my skin,
Swing, swing, having fun hanging?

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