Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside—
Till I look down on the garden green
Down on the roof so brown
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
I don’t like to exercise. I’m not an athlete. Competition makes me nervous. If you want to be first and win, I’ll gladly step aside. The concept of sweating for pleasure is foreign to me. I’d rather sit and read, exercising the muscle between my ears. But recently an ugly truth has surfaced in my miry brain—if you don’t step up and play some games, you run the risk of becoming a pawn.