The Swing By Robert Louis Stevenson,

Sometimes, it is the little things that hurt most, and count most.

The Swing

Robert Louis Stevenson, 1850 - 1894

How do you like to go up in a swing, 
             Up in the air so blue? 
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing 
             Ever a child can do! 

Up in the air and over the wall, 
             Till I can see so wide, 
River and trees and cattle and all 
             Over the countryside—

Till I look down on the garden green, 
              Down on the roof so brown—
Up in the air I go flying again, 
              Up in the air and down!

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