“Rolling Down the Hill,” Friend, July 1977, 22
Rolling Down the Hill
Over and over
We roll in the clover,
Tumbling down the long hill.
Spinning and spinning,
We’re laughing and grinning
At trees that don’t seem to stand still.
Faster and faster
We roll as we master
The way to spin on like a top.
Whirling and whirling
And turning and twirling,
We tumble on down to a stop.
PLOP!
Illustrated by Lynn Titleman; photo by Rick Rizzotto