Up High
I'm way up high on the top,
and the down slope is steep.
I fear if I slip,
I will end below in a heap.
All the way up,
I was afraid of the climb.
Now there's no more turning back.
This is the time.
I hold on tight,
and sit right down,
then think of "Jack",
who broke his crown.
The summer breeze,
whistles in my ears.
I close my eyes,
and suppress my fears.
Now the ones behind,
start to shove.
I release my grip,
and zip from above.
I scream all the way down,
with my mouth open wide.
I hit the ground and race back.
Wow, I love this slide!
