  When pink-cheeked on every hand Little girls are seen to stand Turning skipping ropes,—swish-swash!— While their laughing playmates run Jumping over,—oh, what fun!— Swish-swash! Swish-swash! Two and two now, see them dash! One, two, one, two, Round they scamper, safely through, Swish-swash! such merry skipping, One, two,—some one is tripping! Ah, she's out now and must pay Turning rope while others play! See the bobbing golden curls, Little skirts in rhythmic swirls Of the little skipping feet! When these pretty sights appear, It is surely very clear April's here! |
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