Children go
To and fro,
In a merry, pretty row,
Footsteps light,
Faces bright;
‘Tis a happy sight.
Swiftly turning round and round,
Do not look upon the ground.
Follow me,
Full of glee,
Singing merrily.
Birds are free,
So are we;
And we live as happily.
Work we do,
Study too,
For we learn “twice two”;
Then we laugh, and dance, and sing,
Gay as birds or any thing.
Follow me,
Full of glee,
Singing merrily.
Work is done,
Play’s begun;
Now we have our laugh and fun.
Happy days,
Pretty plays,
And no naughty ways.
Holding fast each other’s hand,
We’re a little happy band;
Follow me,
Full of glee,
Singing merrily.