Winter Sport.
Down, down the hill,
How swift I go!
Over the ice
And over the snow!
A horse or cart
I do not fear,
For past them both
My sled I steer!
Hurra! my boy!
I’m going down
While you toil up;
But never frown.
The far hill top
You soon will gain,
And then, with all
Your might and main,
You’ll dash me by,
While, full of glee,
I’ll up again
To dash by thee!
So on we glide:
Oh, life of joy!
What pleasure has
The glad school boy!
From Parley’s Picture Book.