Early and late, early and late,
Little Boy swings on the garden gate.
“It isn’t a gate; it’s a big balloon!
I’m going to sail till I reach the moon.
I’ll play with the Man as hard as I can,
And I’ll stir up the stars with a great horn spoon.”
Early and late, early and late,
Little Boy swings on the garden gate.
“It isn’t a gate; it’s—” off runs he,